For a moment, nothing happens...but then, right in front of Linwood's eyes, the ink seems to soak into the paper and disappears!  A moment later, letters form...<br/><br/><strong><em>She is far beyond the reach of morning's light, <br/>on the Plateau of Leng, <br/>in the Keep of the Scholarly Dragon.</em></strong><br/><br/><em><strong>What are you willing to do on her behalf?</strong></em><br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>Ethan finds himself on a broad field of dead grass, ringed by skeletal trees, white and spooky against a sky so blue it can only be seen in the Dreaming.  In the distance, he catches a glimpse of the Sky-Realms...castles in the clouds, sustained by the willpower of their castellans alone.  At his feet is a rusty suit of armor, long since fallen to pieces.  A tiny gray cat, not much bigger than a kitten, pops its head out of the open visor of the helmet.<br/><br/>"There you are," it says.  "What took you?  We've got to get a move on if we're to get the girl.  Please tell me you brought the book?"