Beverly steps through a portal in Rocky Mountain National Park into Wovenwood, a world of magic and danger, where she meets Alder, leader of a band of outlaws. Excerpt: Bev couldn't stop her teeth from chattering. "II'm not so cold. And mmy clothes are dry now. I'll just wr-wrap up in a blanket and sit in the corner." His gentle face hardened into sternness. "Don't be foolish, child. I didn't cross fire and water to save you, only to have you freeze to death in my own den." "II'm not a child," she said, trying to salvage her dignity. "I'm twenty-three." "You seem younger," he said dryly. It didn't sound like a compliment. "Now do as I say and don't make me force you. I've never forced a woman to my bed, but I will now if I have to, to save your life. Don't be afraid," he added, more gently. "I mean to do no more than warm you. May the White Lady avenge you if I do aught to harm you."