Spellforge: Collect Spells - Dominate the World by Logan Jacobs

of her father definitely described a man that would give himself the very best, even if it cost everyone around him. I glanced back at the door and had the sudden urge to make sure that the ranger had a warm enough blanket, but there was no way that the practical woman would have left her father’s bedroom so well furnished if her own wasn’t, so instead I kicked off my shoes and climbed into bed. I fell asleep to the sound of the wind whistling through the broken window and the smell of the roses on the wall. “Where am I?” I grumbled after what felt like seconds. My eyes fluttered open to see gray pre-dawn light outside of my window and glistening dew on the pink and red roses on the wall. The day before crashed back around me like a tidal wave, and I sat up to look around the dilapidated bedroom as my mind warred with itself to accept reality. There was no way to deny the soft mattress beneath me, or the slightly damp blanket that had somehow managed to keep me warm despite the perpetual chill in the forest. “It wasn’t a dream,” I whispered and flipped off the blanket. “I actually traveled to another world.” Excitement raced through my veins, and I grinned from ear to ear as I hopped out of the giant bed. I was in Spellforge. A world where trolls existed, spells were stored in cards, and there was a gorgeous city hidden in the middle of a forest. I’d even made a new friend that had offered to be my guide and to help me with a job that would keep food on our now-shared table.