I made it out of the palace and into the jungle on the other side, heading for the bridge with my insides aching for the realm of Life. Daphne made her own bed, though I guess I could feel some odd empathy for her. This was all on Mom as far as I was concerned. Her manipulative desire for power had ensured no one else was prepared to take over as Life. That Isis alone had the wherewithal to sit that particular throne. On purpose, I had no doubt. By design.

The more I thought ...