Chapter 193

"As Moses with the Red Sea," I intoned in a deep voice, "so Ashira with the library shelf."

Rafael gave a long-suffering sigh and stepped between the bookcases.

I quickly followed, barely glimpsing some very dry titles before the library vanished. Were we transported?

Hot, sharp sunlight beat down on my head. Tier after tier of windowless stone arches soared high above me, the space rung with stone bleachers, but all was empty save for a small knot of people on the lowest level, all wearing some variation of Mad Max post-apocalyptic chic.

Dust covered my motorcycle boots with each step on the cracked, baked earth as I stalked over to the group.

Rafael hurried behind me.

"Hail and greetings, followers of Asherah." I snapped off a sassy salute. "Which of you is the Houdini?" Whoever it was hadn't bothered with the gritty taste of dirt at the back of my throat to provide a full illusory experience. It was all sun and heat with no substance.