My stomach lurched as I stumbled out of the portal and staggered
 
 halfway down a set of stone steps. Gasping for breath, I bent double and
 
 braced my hands on my knees as the world—and my stomach—continued to
 
 spin.
 
 “That was horrible,” I muttered. “Like riding the teacups at a carnival.”
 
 “Far better than a nine-hour flight to Rome,” Jaxson said coolly.
 
 I’d only been on a plane once, and an international flight with movies and
 
 cocktails seemed exciting and far less nauseating than being tumble-dried in
 
 some sort of magical netherworld.
 
 When I was finally sure I wasn’t going to puke, I righted myself.
 
 Dark, bestial shapes loomed out of the moonlit forest around us. My pulse
 
 quickened, and I spun about. The screaming face of a hideous giant stared
 
 back at me.
 
 I yelped and caught my foot on the stairs as I staggered away. Arms
 
 flailing, I landed on my ass on the stone steps. Pain shot through my tailbone,
 
 and I cursed as I slapped a hand to my butt.
 
 Jaxson softly chuckled, and blood flushed my cheeks as I got a better
 
 view of the screaming stone face. It was a grotesque sculpture of an ogre’s
 
 head. Stairs led up to its cavernous open mouth—apparently, the exit of the
 
 portal. It had two stubby teeth and hollow eyes, and its expression was
 
 contorted by rage.
 
 He could have warned me. Prick.
 
 I surveyed my surroundings.
 
 A low mist covered the ground, and statues loomed up out from the trees
 
 around us—dragons, lions, elephants, and even gods. I recognized them and
 
 what they were now, and yet I still had to fight down my instinct to run. It
 
 was possibly the creepiest place I had ever been.
 
 “What’s all this?” I whispered.
 
 The moon glinted in Jaxson’s eyes. “Welcome to the sacred wood, garden
 
 of monsters. Don’t worry, it’s safe at the moment.”