Incubus Realms Guide [updated] 〈TRUSTED〉

But the Guide pulsed. A new note appeared in the margin, written in frantic, desperate ink: “He’s lying about the seven minutes. Time in the Obsidian Lounge runs backward. You’ll age a day for every minute. And he’ll record it. They all record it. Turn to Chapter Nine: The Toll.”

The Guide was on her nightstand. A new handwritten note had appeared on the inside cover, in that same spidery script: incubus realms guide

Lyra laughed. A prank. Her friends knew she’d just finished a disastrous online date—a guy who spent forty minutes explaining the geopolitical nuances of fantasy football. She’d joked she’d have better luck with a demon. This was their idea of a gag. But the Guide pulsed