Jason had never been the sort of person to hold stock in fairy tales or fantasy. He had always been more focused on what could be proven as true, but he was not too fond of science either.

The frown had not left his face since he had awoken in the strange world.

His satchel was empty of any useful books – he had often carted around quite a few interesting medical journals. Instead, there were plants that he didn’t recognise and a strange leatherbound tome.

He had flicked through the book, it seemed to be dedicated to writing about the gods of the world. He had already dismissed it as irrelevant.

Or at least he until Karla had shared her opinions on the world, they found themselves in.

Magic. Gods. Parallel worlds.

It was straight out of a bad fiction story – literally in this case.

Jason had never been more out of depths than now – except for the accident, which didn’t really count.

Never before had his siblings had to pull him along in an adventure, nor had he ever wanted them to.

If he had it his way, they never would again.

“This is ridiculous.” He said at last, glaring at Karla and Brandan. “I refuse to believe that I have to deal in this… magic… business.”

“We don’t have a choice.” Karla snapped back. “You either pay attention and pretend to be Galen or you give us away. Just because this world was in a storybook doesn’t mean it’s a nice one!”