As the world stopped spinning, Perry opened his eyes. He couldn’t focus at first, vertigo and nausea making him dizzy, his stomach clenching in protest at the rough trip. Something had happened as they traveled. Following Sienna through a map was usually like stepping through a waterfall, briefly violent and then another place, but that journey — Perry took a deep breath — that journey was like standing under the drowning water and being hammered into rock.
Shades of vibrant green shimmered and slowly came into focus as he sat up. The others lay around him on a stone platform, some kind of ritual circle on the edge of a cliff. Towering pinnacles of rock rose around them with trees growing on different levels, thick foliage obscuring what looked like cave dwellings. Mist gathered in the sp
