She can't help it. Her nose pokes in here - fingers twiddle there - she's always done it. It doesn't do any harm - and it's fun. Especially opening the old chest. That crumbling leather book has the strangest smell - its yellowed pages a tantalising crackle. And those spidery scrawls have to be spells... But what do they do? How can she make them work? She's catapulted into a terrifying land. Ancient desert forts - warrior kings and cruel queens - and when she tries to get back to her own safe world they start to follow. How can she stop what she's unleashed?