CHAPTER 15
George smiled to himself at Benitoe’s expression when the pizza was delivered to his table. He hadn’t expected much in a town like this, but the food here looked better than most of the chain restaurants, smelled better, too, and it was the first appealing place they’d found after he’d picked up the car.
The travel to Mifflinburg had been… disturbing. Mag had paused in mid-air to consult with him—was that a cell tower, on the mountain to the north? It had been alarming to find himself standing on nothing more substantial than a way-passage floor, inches from a drop of a couple of hundred feet. He hadn’t been able to keep from grabbing at her smooth surface in vertigo, looking for handholds, and he blushed at the recollection of his panic. She’d extruded part of herself under h
