Chapter 138: Russia

I expected a fight from the moment we walked through the veil, prepped for battle with a sorcerer unknown. Was shocked when, instead of the interior of a large, hideously decorated and vaulted room Sage pictured for me, we instead appeared on the rocky shore of what looked like an island.

He seemed as confused as I was, shrugging. "The boat landing is there," he said, pointing off to the right, down a cobbled path toward a copse of softwood trees swaying in a brusque wind. Water lapped against the shore behind us, the smell of salt and decaying seaweed strong in the air. "The palace is there." Up the road. I hated walking.