Chapter 12

• I now knew how Jack felt after he climbed that beanstalk. I was in the land of giants, and their horses weren’t cute little ponies like the ones at the petting zoo. I stood as far back as I could and watched as armed giant after armed giant returned. The medieval roleplaying wasn’t playing after all. I was in a shogun nightmare, only they all wore pants and not those Japanese skirt things.
• Michael, in black leather with large sharp weapons came over and stood beside me. “That amulet is not what’s protecting you,” he pointed to the little one with the backpack, “Crissy is. She says your aura is good and that tattoo on your wrist was shown to her for a reason.”
• I took a drink, not sure what I needed to say to that.