Chapter 4I lean against the Phantom and stretch the Valkyrie hair between my hands. The long strand resists with a moment of elastic-like strength then snaps, releasing a tendril of green magic. “Becky Bo’s Little Sheep Daycare,” I say. Then we are teleported by magic.
Now moving between realms is always a trip. At first you feel all floaty, then rushed, and then comes a refreshing chill. It’s the sudden stop at the end which takes even a god by surprise. Sometime, take an egg and shake it. Feel the yoke wiggle around inside and slam against the inside of the shell. That’s exactly what it feels like when we experience that stop, like everything inside keeps moving until it smacks into the inside of our bodies. It’s enough to knock the wind out of you.
But realm travel is a fund-raising
