He appeared before I had time to be afraid, standing before me, between me and the surging vengeance of Creation. Adam's broad back cast no shadow, light pouring from him, golden and beautiful and again I had that image in my mind as he stood against them.

The Furies parted, waves against the prow of a ship.

He turned then, smiled down at me, so stunning and pure and delicious. Offered his hand. I took it, standing next to him on shaking legs. Dad groaned between us as ...