Neverwinter Forest Bullet train to Iowa.

Theology doesn’t apply to me either, Towhee agreed playfully. I’m older than the old gods. I make the rules. I don’t need genies to wish or wash away my sins, any more than I need to fear hypothermia.

And then the conversation moved down to earth again, which Towhee certainly didn’t mind. She grinned a little when Ceridwen rested with her toes in the water. That should warm her up a little, just like the youngster’s words did to Towhee’s insides.

Elwood and Finley were my godparents. And since my dad died before I was born and my mom during, well, they raised me. They were, in every way that really counts, my parents.