Greatwater Lake all by myself

It would be nigh on impossible to overstate the vastness of the chasm that separated Shadow's state of mind from Grimm's. Whilst he laboured under the weight of the word, she was free - hardly a single serious thought had floated through her head since that one time when one of her brothers had suggested that a troll had made off with her penis, and that she had better find it before the sun rose and turned it to stone forever.

"Take my life. I've got nothing left, go on, take it."

Startled, Grimm wheeled around to see a tall, regal-looking wolf leering up at the weather. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of the melodramatic outburst - it didn't seem to be directed at her, but there was no-one else around to answer. The dark-eyed female stepped forward a few paces, white hind leg flashing like a lure. "Dude, are you talking to me?"