When the golden sands of time ceased spinning and faded into the ground, Lakka opened her eyes—and immediately shook her head. Yellow granules flew off the bridge of her nose and sank into the smooth grey cobblestone beneath her feet.
“Well, this is instantly better than the last trip,” brown piebald Abel commented dryly. Next to him, his grey pack nephew Brynjar nodded silently as he took in their new surroundings with wonder-filled eyes.
Lakka was inclined to agree. Prior to this trip, they had been dropped off at the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, which was a complete let-down—even for her. While the 150-foot structure was impressive, the stairs leading up to the main tomb had been blocked off. Therefore, there wasn’t much for the three Tokotas to do except walk around the outer ring and stare at statues. That wasn’t to say the statues weren’t impressive—the great car