A flash of lightning, and Amelia felt the rain drip across her face. She felt the wind make her clothes stick to her skin, but she wasn't cold. Her hair was plastered across her forehead, and she was running across the clearing as fast as her human legs could take her.

In the dark, in the pouring rain, in the middle of the night, nothing was ever more clear to her than it had been at that moment. The Goddess must have been smiling on her, making up for everything she'd ever ...