IN DREAM, CASE waited beside the stony bank of a wide dark river, its black churning waters shot through with shining streaks. The River of Souls, carrying the silver cords of all dreamers. Behind her rose the dreamscape of a strange Toronto of tilted towers lit in carnival colors.
Upstream to her left lay the Gray Lands. She’d traveled there with Will when they’d battled Marell and Morrigan. Yeshe had taught Will how to follow a dreamer’s silver cord up the River and across the Gray Lands to the door where the dreamer had entered Dream. If Will stepped through that door, he’d find himself astral projecting where the dreamer slept.
She wanted Will to do that again. And the dreamer she wanted him to find was Fader. But first, she needed Will to find her. She figured she might as well wait
