The nudge actually snapped Gabriel awake, and he pushed himself up, blinking the sleep away. "Right," he muttered, wincing a little at the mild throb that had settled into his temples. "If they don't have a fully-staffed five-star hotel waiting for us there, I'm going to smite someone."

At least the rest had helped. Not that Gabriel felt energised, exactly, but he felt better able to keep going.

He wasn't sure how far it was up the track when he snapped up his third stepping-stone and a wave of dizziness swept over him. He swayed, his vision burning white and gravity turning around him, but he simply could not tell which way was up. Or where the edge of the path was.

The sensation made panic stab at him, and he gropped desperately for a handhold in the cliff.