Before we could protest, the coach had passed through the wrought iron fence at the side of the road – somehow allowing us to pass through as well – and continued through the air as if the road had never ended, bearing us easily across the river of green fire. I wonder if any Lesk, the giant serpents that plied the flaming waters of the river, were looking up, disappointed we hadn't fallen in. But I didn't look out the window to check. Some things are better left a mystery. Now that we had crossed over into Edrigu's Dominion, Talaith no longer pursued us. But that didn't necessarily mean we were safe. Nekropolis doesn't do safe. As soon as we reached the other side, the Black Rig glided to a stop on the Obsidian Way. "It wasn't as much fun as a car," Lazlo said, "but I have to admit it was a pretty decent ride." He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "Hey, it's locked!" Lazlo gripped the handle tighter and shook it for all he was worth, but despite his demonic strength, the door remained closed.
