Long Way Home: The Unseen Trilogy, Book 3 (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel crossover) [Mass Market Paperback]

Nancy Holder (Author), Jeff Mariotte (Author)

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Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Angel Unseen | Publication Date: August 28, 2001

This title concludes a three-volume crossover series which uses characters and settings from both Buffy and Angel. Buffy and Angel are stuck in an alternate reality where dragons and monsters rule. In the homeworld chaos is rife, Buffy and Angel must find a way home before it's too late.

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Chapter 1

Buffy stepped through the door she had visualized, and over a plain wooden threshold, and that was the end of what could remotely be called normal. The other side didn't look anything like what she had expected -- although to be honest, she thought, what I guess I was expecting was to still be in Giles's living room saying "I told you this wouldn't work" to Tara. So pretty much anything is a surprise.

But what she saw was more than just unexpected. It was unreal, a fairy tale landscape that she was sure had never existed on Earth. In the distance a castle perched atop a rolling green hill. Its walls and towers were a bluish gray, with pink pennants fluttering at the towers' peaks. Between her and the castle trees rose in columns, a kind of forest except that forests usually had all that underbrush and thorny parts, whereas this forest was all tall, strong trees with plenty of room between them for walking, picnicking, or whatever else came to mind, a carpet of lush green grass beneath them.

Hills rolled beyond the forest, topped by the castle, and in the far distance, snow-capped peaks that looked just a little too much like they were sugarcoated instead of frozen. Glowing above it all was a perfectly round, perfectly yellow sun in a crisp blue sky. It was all very bucolic and charming.

And then there was the dragon.

Where the rest of the scene was picture-book perfect, more charming than real and too real to be a dream, the dragon was absolutely horrifying. Sea green and vaguely iguana-like, if iguanas grew up to be the size of the Sun Cinema, with razorlike teeth that looked almost as long as Buffy was tall, a spiked tail, and leathery batwings. The beast turned its red, beady eyes on Buffy, shook its head from side to side a couple of times, and exhaled a blast of fetid breath.

Maybe they don't breathe fire, she thought, mentally holding her nose, because they don't need to.

It had seen her, she was certain of that. And if it wanted her for lunch, she couldn't imagine there was much that she could do to dissuade it. The idea of running occurred to her, but she discarded it a second later as impractical -- the thing's legs were certainly long and powerful enough to cover ground faster than she could, even if she knew where she was going.

Just in case, she spun around to see what was behind her.

Forty yards of grass, and then nothing.

The meadow ended abruptly at a drop-off that must have been incredibly steep, because from here she couldn't see a thing. In the distance, the fuzzy blue of an ocean stretched to the horizon. Her guess was that she was at the top of a cliff that fell away to the coast, but she couldn't tell for sure without advancing to the edge, and with the dragon behind her giving her the hungry eye, she wasn't overly excited to try that.

"Hi," she said to it, just in case it could talk because after all, here, who knew? "Buffy Summers. Slayer. You seen a guy in a black leather coat around here, spiky brown hair, dark eyes?"

The dragon lowered its head, front claws digging at the grassy earth.

"So probably not, is what I'm thinking," Buffy continued. "Because I was supposed to meet him here, and I'm not seeing any sign of him."

The dragon huffed again, and Buffy really wished it wouldn't. She'd hunted vamps in sewers that smelled better. For that matter, she couldn't remember having experienced a sewer that smelled worse.

And there was something about the way it was moving...

...something, she thought, like a bull getting ready to charge...

And then it did, straight for her, jaws wide, wicked-looking teeth glinting wetly in the sunlight.

Almost too easy, she thought. Get it coming at me fast, then dodge and it can't stop, and it's bye-bye, dragon, over the cliff.

She held her ground as long as she dared, looking into its red eyes, measuring its speed, watching for its tail and claws in case it led with one or the other. After it was practically on top of her, she took a running start and hurled herself toward the nearest copse of trees; and sure enough, the dragon started trying to brake, its front legs churning earth, rear legs locking. Clods of dirt flew everywhere.

Its momentum was too strong; it skidded and slid in a three-quarter turn, and tumbled over the edge of the cliff that must have been five hundred feet deep if it was an inch.

As it plummeted, it let out a dragon-size howl of distress, all the world's sirens turned on at once, ringing in Buffy's ears as it dropped away. Buffy almost felt bad for it -- probably acting purely on instinct. Walnut brain, saw me as a threat and it attacked, and I outsmarted it without even breaking a sweat. She started toward the edge to see how far down it was, and to make sure that the dragon was really gone.

Which was when she heard the thunder of leathery wings filling with air.

Right, she thought. They fly.

That was when she decided running was the best idea, after all.

With no other goal in sight, Buffy struck out for the castle. Her Slayer strength coursed through her and she ran far faster than the strongest Olympic champion, eating the space beneath her with long easy strides. But behind her she heard the pitch of the wingbeats change and knew the thing had topped the cliff. She hazarded a glance over her shoulder and saw it craning its head on its rubbery neck and then, apparently spotting her, it flattened its body to cut wind resistance and came straight for her.

She ran a few more yards and then stopped, not wanting her back to it when it got to her. She turned and waited, hands on her thighs for a moment, catching her breath, trying to come up with another plan.

Absolutely nothing occurred to her. And the thing closed in, saliva glistening in its open mouth.

Now I know what a crab puff feels like at a party, she thought. Except for the part where it's already dead.

Buffy held still, waiting for it. Its hot breath blasted her as it grew closer, and still she froze, knowing the futility of dodging right or left. Its head grew enormous before her, the size of a bus. Then it really was on her, close enough for her to see its pink, ragged gums and sharp-edged indigo tongue, and finally she moved.

She hurled herself flat against the grass, and the dragon's lower jaw, swooping in at waist height, was suddenly above her. She kicked up with both legs, as hard as she could, into its long jaw. She heard teeth slam together, and thought she felt bones snap under her kick. The dragon lurched, mid-flight, and lifted off higher, as if to avoid another attack.

But it circled quickly, remarkably agile in flight, and dove toward her again, jaws open once more. Blood mixed with spittle flew from its open mouth. She waited until it was close, hopefully too close to maneuver, and then threw herself to the side. But its head followed, its huge jaw snapping shut, and one of its teeth snagged her outflung leg, ripping through her black leather pants and tearing her skin.

Buffy rolled to a sitting position, scooting out of the dragon's reach and glancing at her injury. It had left a long cut that already bled down her calf.

She didn't have time to worry about it, though, because the dragon had landed and was extending its snout toward her, mouth opening for another try. This time she flung herself right at it, bringing her hands down on top of its snout and catapulting herself up onto its neck. There, she spun and sat down quickly, legs clamped around the sides of its neck as if it were a horse and she a rider. The dragon shook its head violently, trying to dislodge her, but she grabbed two fistfuls of scaly flesh and hung on. It threw back its head, as if to crush her against its own back, but it wasn't flexible enough to accomplish that. It writhed and snarled and snapped. Buffy held on tight, digging in with her hands and legs, riding out every attempt it made to throw her off.

Finally, it took flight.

Its huge wings unfolded, spreading out to a full span that must have been thirty feet. The beast flapped them a couple of times, pushing its front end into the air with its powerful haunches, and then it was airborne.

This, I am not liking, Buffy thought. At all.

They gained altitude quickly, and within moments had climbed above the treetops. Buffy felt a rush of vertigo looking down at the landscape that passed so rapidly beneath her, and so far down. The dragon made it worse by soaring into a banked turn loaded with not-so-delicious and -nutritious G-forces. Her hold on the dragon started to slip -- her hands were sweating, and her leg, slick with blood, couldn't grip well enough to keep her on if the thing kept this up.

Falling into a bunch of trees from a dragon's back was not one of the ways she had contemplated dying, and she had, she realized, considered lots of different ways.

But before she fell, the dragon righted itself and she settled back into the natural saddle where its neck met its shoulders. And the whole unsettling experience had given her an idea.

The thing was, she wasn't sure how to put it into action.

And the other thing was, if she did put it into action she might end up killing herself.

If it was a choice between killing herself and the dragon, or just dying, she resolved to take the monster out with her.

So she made the move.

She had to force herself to let go of its neck with her right hand. Her fist left a mark in its green flesh, which she found somewhat encouraging. She hoped she had hurt it, since it so obviously was intent on killing her. She didn't leave her hand empty for long, but instead leaned forward -- rising out of her seat when she couldn't quite reach -- and managed to clamp her hand down on its right ear. She pulled. The dragon loosed a roar that shook its entire body, and dropped twenty feet or so in the air. Buffy felt her stomach lurch.

She did the same thing with her left hand, grabbing the left ear.

The dragon bellowed, shaking its head as furiously as a dog coming out of the bath. Buffy was nearly torn from her hold, but she managed to maintain a grip.

The dragon dropped another few feet, its wings working at trying to swat the rider from its back instead of keeping them aloft.

And Buffy let go again, with her right hand.

This time, she had to trust the strength in her left hand and let go with her legs altogether, to reach out far enough. But she was able to do it. She balled her fist, and slammed it into the dragon's right eye.

The thing screeched with pain and tilted suddenly to the left, going into a spinning freefall.

Buffy caught hold with her right hand again, just below its right ear, and hugged as tightly as she could with her legs. Even so, she felt the centrifugal force and the rushing wind conspiring to tear her off. Every muscle she owned screamed with pain. She had never pushed her Slayer strength to this extent, but to let go was even more certain suicide than hanging on.

The world spun crazily toward her, faster with each passing second. She caught a glimpse of the meadow below, and knew she needed to do one more thing. Ignoring everything her mind shouted at her, she forced herself to let go again, and she took another swat at its eye. Again, it threw its head to the left, away from the attack, and its dizzying, spinning descent tilted that way.

Where there had been meadow below, now there were treetops, and Buffy and the dragon were heading straight into them. As if it realized suddenly what was happening, it arched its back and began to flutter its wings rapidly. For a brief moment, it seemed to slow its wild fall. But only for a moment, and then it was too late.

Buffy threw herself free at the moment of impact, curling herself as tightly as she could as thick-leafed trees slammed into her.

Over the crash of branches and the pain of a dozen sticks driving into her flesh, she heard the dragon's explosive impact. Buffy fell through the branches, snapping many, finally landing on the ground with the wind knocked out of her, bleeding from more cuts than she could imagine counting for the rest of her life. She kept her eyes open, though, not wanting the dragon to land on her.

But there was not much chance of that. Outweighing her by a thousand pounds or so, the branches parted like water before its mass -- but the tree trunks didn't. The dragon had impaled itself on several straight, thick trunks. Stuck forty feet or so over her head, it hadn't quite died, but that was only a matter of moments away. Blood ran down the tree's bark like a fountain. The beast kicked fruitlessly, its wings twitching. Buffy felt another moment of pity, but when she tried to stand, the pain in her calf reminded her that it really had been a kill or be killed situation, and she had done what she needed to do to survive.

Bet that's the biggest stake I'll ever use in my career, she thought.

She looked away, toward the still-distant castle, but then she looked back quickly because she had one of those corner-of-the-eye things where something seems to be changing. And when she looked back at the beast in the trees, it was definitely changing. Its whole body shimmered, as if liquefying, and as she watched, it began to shrink.

So you can't dust 'em, but you can reduce them from giant economy size to miniature.

But even that was wrong, because it wasn't just shrinking -- it was changing shape. Its neck became shorter, its wings vanished, its legs lengthened, and by the time it stopped transforming, it was a shape Buffy recognized all too well.

It had become a man. A man impaled on a single tree trunk, but a man nonetheless. He was as naked as the dragon had been -- not that there would have been much of him left to hang clothes on if he did have clothes.

And the worst part was, he wasn't dead. Lots of pain, sure, but not dead.

Yet.

She raced to help him, pushing her way through the stubbly thicket, ignoring fresh scratches and cuts as branches smacked and sliced her.

He's got to be an enchanted prince or something. That'd fit into this whole fractured fairy tale theme that's going on here.

She'd always heard fairy tales had ancient roots that were darker than Madonna's, but had never really known quite how dark until she watched the man writhing in pain with a tree through his sternum.

"Hang on," she called, lifting a limb over her head and throwing it out of her path. She was closing in on him, and she could smell his blood on the wood -- no vampire special power, just too much of it. Way too much.

Then the trunk broke and the man tumbled to the earth, landing with a sickening, wet thwop about ten feet from her.

When it seemed like nothing could make things worse, the man spoke.

"Th-thank you," he said, in perfect though oddly accented English as she rushed up to him and landed on her knees beside him.

"Me?" Buffy replied without even thinking. "You're thanking me? I just shishkabobbed you."

"You freed me," the man said, writhing in agony. "From the-the curse."

The curse. Of course. Had to be a curse.

"This is better?" she asked.

He coughed, clearly weakening. "But-but you are not yet finished," he said. "She waits, in the tower. She needs you."

"She can wait," she said. Whoever she is.

The man coughed again, a wracking cough that seemed to consume all the strength he had left. When he spoke again, she could barely hear him.

"Th-the p-princess."

The princess, Buffy thought. What else?

"She was brought here against her will," he added.

Say what?

"Brought from where? How?"

"M-magick. She said she was from the land of Alay."

"L.A.?" she asked. "Is that what she said?"

Blood burbled out of his mouth.

He stopped coughing.

Angel saw Buffy in the distance as soon as he stepped through the door.

The landscape was obscured by a thick fog, wet and cold on his skin, but he spotted the blond hair and slender build through a brief parting in the mist. The woman was running, and from the breathless panting and the half-sobbing sounds she made, it was clear that she was in trouble.

He was already in motion, running down the hill toward her, when he realized that Buffy wouldn't make that noise. He was supposed to find her when he went through, so of course he assumed that the first blonde he saw was Buffy.

But whoever she was, she was in trouble, and Buffy didn't appear to be anywhere close by. At least, not that he could see through the preternaturally heavy fog.

Through another momentary break in the mist he saw what she was running from -- two powerfully built men with long, loose hair and wild expressions, chasing her with ancient weapons in their hands.

When Angel reached the bottom of the slope, coming out into a kind of narrow valley, he had a better view of the whole bizarre affair. The men looked like historical barbarians of some kind -- or fictional ones -- wearing only loincloths of animal skin and some hammered metal jewelry. One swung a four-foot-long broadsword over his head in rapid circles, while the other clutched an ornate battleax in two oversize fists. The woman, now that Angel could see her, was similarly attired, in a metal breastplate that ended well above her belly and a long skirt made of leather that was slit up both sides. She was not adorned with any jewelry, and her waist-length hair flowed freely as she ran.

But her running was coming to an end, for the sword-wielding barbarian, who was as blond as the woman, caught up to her. He grabbed a fistful of her luxurious hair and yanked, tugging her off-balance. She fell into a heap at his feet, and the other guy, whose hair was as dark as tar, caught up.

They both stood over her and laughed. Their laughter sounded to Angel like that of men at a sporting event, like guys having a good guy-time together. But the woman's screams belied that appearance.

Angel didn't think twice, but let out a grunt of his own as he plowed into the two men. He caught the blond one in the ribs with his shoulder, lashing out with his feet to kick the other guy's battleax from his hands. Angel and the blond guy both stumbled over the woman and crashed to the ground. She screamed again, scrambling to her feet. The darker guy lunged for her but Angel reached out and snagged his wrist in both hands, trying to bend it like a pretzel. He heard bones break, and the man shrieked in pain, falling to his knees and cradling his arm in his other hand.

Angel began to turn back toward the blond guy but the man had recovered faster than Angel expected and sliced his sword toward Angel's back. The steel bit into Angel's flesh and drove through, the swordpoint finding the air in front of Angel's stomach a moment later. Angel grunted, falling forward, clutching at the sword as he did. He landed on his stomach in the dirt. The barbarian stood behind him, placed one foot on Angel's back, and withdrew his sword.

"I guess that will teach you to meddle in the affairs of others," the man said. Angel understood the words as if they were English, although somehow, he knew they weren't.

He waited there in the dirt, trying to gather his strength, biting back the incredible pain. As soon as the sword was removed, his healing process had begun, but it would take some time to get over a wound that major. In the meantime, Angel was weakened.

"Now," the man was saying behind him. "Where were we?"

"My arm," the dark one blubbered. "He broke my arm -- "

"Silence," the blond guy said. "We have business with this little one."

"No, please," the woman's voice pleaded. "I beg you -- "

"It's too late for begging, my lovely thing. It's your head they want in the Great Hall now."

The woman broke down into gulping sobs, and Angel knew he had to make his move.

Ignoring the pain, he shoved himself to his feet and leaped into the air, spinning as he did so. In midair, he kicked out at the back of the blond guy's head. His foot connected with a sickening impact and he saw the man crumple forward, toward the woman, his head exploding outward in a fine spray of red and gray. Her screams turned from piercing to soundless, her mouth working but no sound issuing from it. The darker guy raised his battleax in his remaining good hand, but Angel hit the ground, rolled, came up with his arm extended and straight-armed the man in the throat, inside the range of his ax. The man made a gagging noise and dropped.

Angel wobbled on his feet, pain nearly overwhelming him, but he managed to remain standing. The woman continued her soundless screaming, but he could see through squinted eyes that she was trying to control it, and it turned gradually into a series of hitching sobs as tears ran down her cheeks.

He inhaled and felt another sharp pang from where the sword had gone through him. Holding in the breath, he turned his head toward the sun, and --

-- the sun.

Angel was standing outdoors, in a valley. Here, the fog was light, and there was nothing but sky between him and a burning sun. It took him a quarter of a second to realize what was wrong with this picture, and when he did, it was the strangest thing yet in a whole series of strangenesses.

The sun's blue, he thought. Not yellow, not white. The blue of a Bel Air swimming pool. Floating there in a clear green sky the color of emeralds, and baking the hard red earth under its rays.

And I'm not even so much as smoldering.

It was a remarkable feeling, a kind of liberation. Whatever place this was, it was a place where he could walk freely in the daytime. Which, for Angel, hadn't happened very often in the past couple of hundred years. The sensation of warmth was unbelievable. Exquisite.

It only raised one disturbing question.

I'm safe in their sun, but what about their moon?

Copyright © 2001 by Warner Brothers Pictures

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• Mass Market Paperback: 304 pages
• Publisher: Simon Spotlight Entertainment (August 28, 2001)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0743418956
• ISBN-13: 978-0743418959
• Product Dimensions: 6.7 x 4.1 x 0.9 inches
• Shipping Weight: 3.2 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 3.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (19 customer reviews)
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12 of 12 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars The most complex Buffy/Angel novel slowly winds down, September 19, 2001

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Lawrance M. Bernabo (The Zenith City, Duluth, Minnesota) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Long Way Home: The Unseen Trilogy, Book 3 (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel crossover) (Mass Market Paperback)

Halfway through "Long Way Home," the final book in the Unseen Buffy/Angel Crossover Trilogy by Nancy Holder and Jeff Mariotte, the story gets as complex as a Tom Clancy novel. At one point, in terms of plot threads, (1) Buffy, (2) Angel, (3) Spike and (4) Salma are all in different alternities; back in Sunnydale (5) Riley is dealing with a shadow monster, (6) Giles, Xander and Anya are looking for Riley, while (7) Joyce is at Giles' apartment worrying about Buffy; in Los Angeles (8) Wesley, Willow and Cordelia are trying to get Alina to fix the Reality Tracer, as (9) the Latino gangs are fighting the Russian Mafiya, (10) Nicky is having a heart to heart with his grandmother; (11) Kate is investigating the disappearance of all the kids and (12) Faith is having fun in prison; meanwhile (13) Mischa is still planning on meeting Alina at the Grand Canyon. I think that covers everything, since there are no scenes of Gunn or the Flores family doing anything at this point and I assume Dennis was already finished with the dishes back at Cordy's apartment.

What all these plot threads mean is that Buffy and Angel are competing for time with every other character in the story, so those who pick up the Unseen Trilogy hoping for the two main characters to spend significant time together, are going to be disappointed. All you have to do is look at the front and back covers of "Long Way Home" to know that Spike and Faith are supposed to have prominent roles in the story, but Spike gets caught in something of an alternity dead end while it takes a while for Faith to become involved, even when you know what the plan is regarding the reformed Rogue Slayer. The last part of the book basically has all those groups meeting and slowly reducing the number of plot threads until we are down to three locations where stuff is happening. There really is not a big climax here; it is more a case of things winding down.

When reviewing the first book in the Unseen trilogy I commented on the inherent problems with characterization in writing Buffy/Angel books, so that most of the characters are pretty much treading water. This time around I want to point out one plus and one minus in this regard: on the plus side, Holder and Mariotte do a really nice job of fleshing out Riley's feelings for Buffy, their relationship, Angel, and a lot of other stuff going on. But on the minus side of the equation I think Faith regresses a bit too much to where she was before the big confrontation with Angel. Another nice touch was that the writers presented Buffy and Angel as having different conceptions of what the best of all possible worlds would be. The bottom line is that while the Unseen Trilogy is not the grand epic we saw with the Gatekeeper Trilogy, it is a worthy effort. But next time there is a Buffy/Angel crossover, the two starcrossed lovers better be together for a bigger chunk of the action.

7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A Good Ending in any Dimension, September 1, 2001

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This review is from: Long Way Home: The Unseen Trilogy, Book 3 (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel crossover) (Mass Market Paperback)

Nancy Holder and Jeff Mariotte have brought their crossover trilogy to an end in grand style. Action packed this book brings each of the complex plots to an agreeable end. Everyone plays apart as the gang tries to defeat the monsters, find the missing children, and stop the gang warfare. It is the action rather than the relationships, which sparkle in this story. The battles are well written. Poodle size rats, disembodied armor, slavers, mad zoo keepers, shadows, giant worms and miscellaneous monsters threaten the gang.

Because there are so many characters it is hard to give them equal time or explore their emotions as much as fully as the reader might like. Not only do we have Buffy, Angel and their gangs, but even Faith and the mayor make an appearance. The authors for the most part have done an excellent job of working in the series history and keeping the characters true to their TV personalities. There are some lovely inside jokes that true Buffy fans will love. There are, however, some inconsistencies. When Faith is added to the team she pitches in to help Angel but says she owes Buffy nothing. Yet the last we saw Faith on the TV series she was acknowledging that Buffy was the only one who gave her chance after chance and that she had not only rejected her friendship but had attacked her friends and messed with her life. So it was hard to understand her anger at Buffy.

The back drop of the other realities was very intriguing. I loved the vampire zoo especially and the worm tunnels made my skin crawl. A nice touch was the temptations. Although I think that Angel's temptation would have been more realistic if it had not excluded Buffy.

I enjoyed the trilogy and this book in particular. I recommend it highly to Buffy fans but I would not suggest reading it without reading the other two Unseen volumes first.

6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Lost Without a Map!, September 6, 2001

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Marc Ruby™ "The Noh Hare™" (Warren, MI USA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Long Way Home: The Unseen Trilogy, Book 3 (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel crossover) (Mass Market Paperback)

Volume Two if this series, "Door to Alternity," left us hanging as Buffy and Angel prepared to leave this world to search through alternate universes for those missing from L.A. and Sunnydale. Entering through separate portals their plan was to meet on the other side, track down the missing, and return in one piece. Sound easy? It might have been in the planning stages, but Spike's last minute decision to jump through the portal in search of a more vampire friendly world destroys the link between Tara, Willow, Dona Pilar, Alina and Buffy. Suddenly Buffy, Angel, and Spike as well are stranded separately, in serious trouble, with no idea how to proceed.

While those left behind struggle to reestablish the link, each of the adventurers finds themselves faced with unexpected opposition. Buffy materializes just in time to find herself in unarmed combat with a dragon. No sooner is that peril vanquished when she comes under attack by an overly aggressive suit of armor. She manages another escape and enters a castle where she is chased everywhere by giant guard rats down halls with lots (really lots) of doors. Angel appears and discovers that he must rescue a damsel in distress from several very bad guys. When said damsel takes Angel home to meet her witch grandmother Angel suddenly finds he is deep in combat with the rest of the very, very bad guys.

And Spike? Spike finds himself in what first appears to be vampire heaven, complete with rivers running with blood. When he talks to several other vampire residents he discovers that rather than heaven, he has landed in the multiverse's only vampire zoo. Escape he does, but finds that he is running from of a world full of people who keep zapping him with ray guns. Meanwhile, back home, Tara, Willow, and Dona Pilar have figured out how to reestablish contact and an emergency jailbreak is engineered to send in the shock troops, Faith.

At some point, the hysterical reader will realize that almost everyone who could appear in this Buffy story actually does, right down to a certain Sunnydale mayor. On top of this we have innumerable dimension hopping monsters, battling Russian and Hispanic gangs, and even the L.A. police. Wherever you read, something is coming to a boil. Somehow, Nancy Holder and Jeff Mariotte manage to keep things together and maintain pace throughout the entire novel. From a character viewpoint things have stabilized and the Riley/Buffy and Tara/Willow relationships work much more effortlessly than in previous volumes. I don't think you will be disappointed. This whole series is a must read for diehard Buffy fans, and bodes well for future volumes.