Icy cold grabbed Tam; stealing his breath, freezing his blood. He was sure he was dying. Then the darkness lifted and he could see again. He knelt in the center of a faerie ring, Jennet beside him, while the tall, strange trees of the Twilight Kingdom waved over their heads.
IIn the purple light her skin was too pale, her eyes dark hollows in her face. Tam pulled her close, their bodies trembling as they tried to get warm. He coughed and tasted blood, metallic on his tongue.
“That journey’s—not getting any easier,” she said.
If anything, it was getting worse. The air rasped his lungs, and he blinked hard, trying to focus his vision in the eerie dimness. The Twilight Kingdom was not a place for mortals. Staying here too long, or returning once more, would kill them. He felt the truth of
