"Old-fashioned," she says. It's not quite the word she means, but it comes the closest to encapsulating at least some of what Anterwold had appeared to be at first glance. "A bit medieval, people on horseback rather than in automobiles, or soldiers with swords rather than guns, villages instead of cities. Nothing at all like home, and nothing at all like Darrow, either."

Rosie looks over at him for a long moment, then nods, mostly to herself, as though making a decision. "It was almost exactly like the society Professor Lytten's been writing stories about for ages. Same name, Anterwold, and everything. That's the strangest part about it."