It was Penny who figured out how to use the doorway relic. Growing impatient with the delay and glancing nervously over her shoulder at Turoc’s body, she snatched the knob from Katie’s hand and stabbed the short spike on the back into the weathered wood of the door. The strange etchings glowed brighter. Ignoring the others’ stunned faces, she twisted the knob and pulled the door open.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Ronan said for maybe the tenth time, but since he didn’t have any better suggestions, he didn’t try to stop them.
It was not the library or the cave, not the shimmering liquid surface of the mirror portal or the closet stuffed with hanging robes. It was as they had hoped, a doorway into nothing. A familiar discordant hum escaped and echoed inside of the hollow, fill
