TITLE: The Temple of Ardyn
Anyone else would have thought him mad to even suggest it, but Taryn knew better. If Brandt said the heavy oak door in the cellar of the pub was a portal to another world, she was at least willing to humor him. She’d learned over the past twenty-three years to keep quiet and trust the old man. He often made outlandish claims, and they almost always came true.
“It will be an adventure.” Brandt said, the crinkles near his eyes folding into deep creases with his smile. “The best we’ve ever had.”
With deft fingers he traced around the frame, then the door itself, pressing against it as if the wood might speak to him. She was about to turn away when her pendant sent a shock of heat against her skin. Singing she was used to, pain was new. A moment later the doorway blazed with amber light and then the door was gone.
Instead of a storeroom filled with casks of ale and old chairs, Taryn stared into a gaping blackness. “Bloody hell.”
Brandt reprimanded her for cursing and she mumbled an apology, eyes fixed on the emptiness before her.
“Take my hand and whatever you do, don’t let go.” Brandt gripped her hand firmly, “There’s no telling where you might end up.”
“Where does it lead?” The darkness pulled at her with a curious desperation.
“Aelinae, darling.” Motioning to the nonexistent doorway her grandfather said, “You’d be surprised at what is possible if you look beyond what you think you know.”