Extraits

I eyed the shimmering vat suspiciously. "I'm not jumping in that if it's a one-way trip. I want your word that I can return here if I want to."

I had a funny feeling that if Bryn gave his word, he would honor it. I'd always felt a weird sense of levity when I had given my word; maybe it was a fae thing?

I felt the striking sensation of Bryn's sincerity again when he reached out to shake my hand. "You have my word. You can return to Albion if you wish. The Academy has no interest in imprisoning you."

He handed me two silver coins that had a small circular hole in the middle and tiny engravings around the edges. "One will disintegrate in transit, but the other is for you to keep so you can come back to Albion if you wish to, as agreed."

"See you on the other side." And with that, he jumped.