Her mouth fell open as she tried to take it all in. She stood at the edge of a glassy river lined with impossibly tall trees, fanning out their wide emerald leaves among the puffy white clouds.
Across the river, a row of crystal castles glittered in the sunlight in a way that would make Walt Disney want to throw rocks at his "Magic Kingdom".
"You can let go of my hand now."
Snowcapped mountains surround the lush valley, and the crisp,cool air smelled like cinnamon and chocolate and sunshine. Places this beautiful weren't supposed to exist,much less appear out of thin air.
Sophie jumped. She had forgotten about Fitz. Her hand released his,and as the blood tingled in her fingertips,she realized how hard she'd been squeezing.