Kael made her way carefully back towards her Tower. She had imbibed more than she’d intended to, and the world was even more different than it had seemed upon waking. Louder, for one.
She had Gemma’s “number.” She was pretty sure that she could figure out what to do with it, but she was also fairly sure that she would end up back at the museum where Gemma worked, trying to figure out the mysteries that made no sense.
Where was Joaon? He had to know what was going on. Where had the potions go? Where were all the potion-masters, all the knowledge that she had so carefully studied and documented? Where was everything she had worked so hard for?
Had she abandoned the world and left it without knowledge? It couldn’t be – she tripped over a bar that seemed to be put in the middle of the sidewalk just to annoy her and caught herself with a curse word that was definitely no longer in the local tongue. Continue reading