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Authors: Carey Corp, Lorie Langdon
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impenetrable mist, and then a disembodied hand reached for me. Vee’s hand. Only it glowed blood red—like something from a horror movie. And mine, the hand that reached for hers, burned alien green.
“Ken!” Vee gasped. She pulled me closer until we could see one another clearly in the strange light.
“Look!”
She lifted our intertwined hands, our rings blazing between our bodies. “This enough proof for you?”
Too much
. My lungs burned as my body went momentarily catatonic. I sucked in a shaky breath, wondering at the wheezy sounds coming from my throat. “This is not happening.”
She met my eyes above the glowing rings. “I know you don’t want to believe in anything you can’t see or touch. I’m scared too. But we’re supposed to see this through. I know we are. Do you trust me?”
I wanted to say no, but Vee’s certainty in the midst of the creepiness compelled me to admit the truth. “Yes.”
“Try to believe.” When I nodded, she let go of my hand. “Put your palm against mine.”
As soon as our rings touched, they glowed impossibly bright, like stage spots. Soon the red and green fused into abrilliant white beam that refracted through the mist like a prism. Fear kicked my heart into overdrive as I closed my eyes against the onslaught of blinding light.
Vee’s voice, perfectly calm and clear as a bell, spoke reassuringly in my ear. “It’s going to be okay.”
Then the light vanished. In its absence, spots floated across my vision. Breaking my connection with Vee, I stepped back to examine my ring. To my great relief, it wasn’t glowing green. It looked deceptively normal—like an antique handed down by a relative. Nothing more.
After a moment of contemplation, Vee said quietly, “I suppose you’re going to tell me you didn’t see that.”
“No.” Something had definitely happened. But even if our rings lit up like Christmas, it hadn’t changed anything.
“You see?” Her reverent tone held no accusation as she spoke. “The rings are special.”
“But it doesn’t mean Doon is real. We’re still lost in the fog on an old bridge in the middle of the night.
In Alloway
.”
“Maybe we didn’t do it right.” Although I couldn’t see her face clearly, I could picture her concentrated frown in perfect detail. “I’ll bet the answers are somewhere in Gracie’s journal.”
She reached into her pocket to retrieve the book, but I held up my palm to stop her. “Tomorrow, okay? I’ve had enough drama for one evening.” Had I really just said that? I turned to go back. Everything would make more sense—logical sense—after a good night’s sleep and a triple latte. “Right now I just want to go home.”
“Wait!”
It was the way she said it that stopped me. The expectancy in her tone—awed and hopeful, and totally out of place given the circumstances—made my heart drop. Then she said, “Look.”
The mist began to form lazy swirls that evaporated beforemy eyes. I blinked, grasping for context as my lack of comprehension changed to shock.
Sacred Stephen Schwartz!
The bridge no longer spanned the river but ended in ruins at the halfway point. If I had taken two more steps, I would’ve been smashed into kibble against the rocks below.
“What the—?” As if my brain finally caught up with my feet, I jumped back. My heart thumped painfully in my chest as I knocked against Vee.
One of her hands reached out absently to steady me. “Mountains.”
Puzzled, I spun toward her. She wasn’t warning me about the drop-off as I’d assumed, but rather gawking in the opposite direction. In the distance where the sea should have been, huge purplish mountains stood silhouetted against a rose-colored horizon. Between us and the far-off peaks loomed gleaming white turrets.
Vee’s soft whisper tickled against my ear. “Are we where I think we are?”
What moments ago seemed like a fairy tale now appeared to be impossibly and unsettlingly real. Yet it couldn’t be true. My
“Ken!” Vee gasped. She pulled me closer until we could see one another clearly in the strange light.
“Look!”
She lifted our intertwined hands, our rings blazing between our bodies. “This enough proof for you?”
Too much
. My lungs burned as my body went momentarily catatonic. I sucked in a shaky breath, wondering at the wheezy sounds coming from my throat. “This is not happening.”
She met my eyes above the glowing rings. “I know you don’t want to believe in anything you can’t see or touch. I’m scared too. But we’re supposed to see this through. I know we are. Do you trust me?”
I wanted to say no, but Vee’s certainty in the midst of the creepiness compelled me to admit the truth. “Yes.”
“Try to believe.” When I nodded, she let go of my hand. “Put your palm against mine.”
As soon as our rings touched, they glowed impossibly bright, like stage spots. Soon the red and green fused into abrilliant white beam that refracted through the mist like a prism. Fear kicked my heart into overdrive as I closed my eyes against the onslaught of blinding light.
Vee’s voice, perfectly calm and clear as a bell, spoke reassuringly in my ear. “It’s going to be okay.”
Then the light vanished. In its absence, spots floated across my vision. Breaking my connection with Vee, I stepped back to examine my ring. To my great relief, it wasn’t glowing green. It looked deceptively normal—like an antique handed down by a relative. Nothing more.
After a moment of contemplation, Vee said quietly, “I suppose you’re going to tell me you didn’t see that.”
“No.” Something had definitely happened. But even if our rings lit up like Christmas, it hadn’t changed anything.
“You see?” Her reverent tone held no accusation as she spoke. “The rings are special.”
“But it doesn’t mean Doon is real. We’re still lost in the fog on an old bridge in the middle of the night.
In Alloway
.”
“Maybe we didn’t do it right.” Although I couldn’t see her face clearly, I could picture her concentrated frown in perfect detail. “I’ll bet the answers are somewhere in Gracie’s journal.”
She reached into her pocket to retrieve the book, but I held up my palm to stop her. “Tomorrow, okay? I’ve had enough drama for one evening.” Had I really just said that? I turned to go back. Everything would make more sense—logical sense—after a good night’s sleep and a triple latte. “Right now I just want to go home.”
“Wait!”
It was the way she said it that stopped me. The expectancy in her tone—awed and hopeful, and totally out of place given the circumstances—made my heart drop. Then she said, “Look.”
The mist began to form lazy swirls that evaporated beforemy eyes. I blinked, grasping for context as my lack of comprehension changed to shock.
Sacred Stephen Schwartz!
The bridge no longer spanned the river but ended in ruins at the halfway point. If I had taken two more steps, I would’ve been smashed into kibble against the rocks below.
“What the—?” As if my brain finally caught up with my feet, I jumped back. My heart thumped painfully in my chest as I knocked against Vee.
One of her hands reached out absently to steady me. “Mountains.”
Puzzled, I spun toward her. She wasn’t warning me about the drop-off as I’d assumed, but rather gawking in the opposite direction. In the distance where the sea should have been, huge purplish mountains stood silhouetted against a rose-colored horizon. Between us and the far-off peaks loomed gleaming white turrets.
Vee’s soft whisper tickled against my ear. “Are we where I think we are?”
What moments ago seemed like a fairy tale now appeared to be impossibly and unsettlingly real. Yet it couldn’t be true. My
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