Noctisardor Bypass tagbleinken

"all right, all right, dinah, shh, shh, baby. we don't have to go back." not she, not ava, not john. but heda was bound to return if only to beg her sons. "we won't go back," she reassured again, resting her temple against the side of dinah's face, kissing the trembling ear.
"i've never gone too far south," she said, thoughts catching at the darkness she had only glimpsed beyond the rising sun, beyond the taiga in that direction. "i know this entire place. but i don't know what's south."
warmth, she hoped; the cold sucked all of what she had from her bones and each day that the winter intensified, she began to fear that she would wake to find one or both of them —
"if we go south, i'm not sure we'll — see gramma towhee again, at least for a long time. a place no one knows us has to be far." 
a place where god did not follow had to be farther.