Chapter 29
The blue smoke lowered from the top of their heads to below their chins. Mykal thought the magic had failed. He was certain they were still standing in the corridor within the castle.
They weren’t.
The magic worked.
Mykal’s hands still gripped onto Quill and Eadric’s forearms.
The three of them stood still inside the mountain, under the ladder.
They were right back where they had started, almost as if they’d never ventured up the rungs.
Blodwyn, in front of them, held his staff in the air ready to strike with a deadly blow, but then exhaled sharply. His eyes opened a bit wider, and the hard lines on his face and forehead softened as recognition set in.
“That was amazing,” Quill said.
“Are you guys all right?” Mykal said, as soon as the rest of the blue smoke dissipated,
