Reaching for the romance novel, a premonition comes upon you... This could be a bad thing..., but the warning is too late, as your hand has already closed upon the book, bringing it out from the shelf.

All that the ghosts see is the book fall to the floor with a gentle thump, for no sooner than you remove the book from the shelf than your newly-transformed body goes first immaterial and then inexistent, drawn into the thread of the novel.

You find yourself ... somewhere else, living the life of Emma Victoria Glenfield, a maiden on the cusp of womanhood in a world populated with brave knights and wizards most foul. Somehow ... you know that your 'happily ever after' is quite some time hence, after at least a few 'damsel in distress' moments, before your 'knight in shining armor' claims your hand in holy matrimony.

You never do shake the feeling that some invisible force is shepherding you along through life, that your destiny lies in hands not your own.