Chapter 4A swirl of crimson and a clearing of vision and a taste of bonfires later, a living room materialized.
Kris hadn’t been envisioning anything in particular—no time to form expectations, no clue regarding the domestic arrangements of a family with a half-demon oldest son and two professor-parents—but the living room looked as exactly ordinary-extraordinary as he’d’ve guessed. Walls lined with bookshelves and Midwinter decorations, snowglobes and spruce-and-silver drapery. Giant squashable sofas. Big fireplace and big television and some sort of video game system that he was too old to decode. Artwork, abstract and signed, on walls, and scattered books-with-bookmarks on tables plus a mysterious mechanical half-built something on a chair, a something with spidery legs and wires pokin
