EPILOGUE
Nancy stood with her feet on the upper limb of a giant, thousand-year-old sequoia. Her hand rested casually against the trunk. Despite the swaying of the tree, she no longer felt dizzy from the height. Stretching her wings, she bounded off, twirling through trees into the open air. Eyes closed, she glided, letting the wind tickle her face. Then, she somersaulted and transformed, shedding her hawk form.
Air rushed against her during a freefall. The old her would have cried out in fear, but the new her was exhilarated. With only a short distance to go, she emerged into her eel form. The cool dry air became warm, soothing water. A tiny splash announced her entrance into the lake, prompting a half-dozen eel demonics to swim around and smile in greeting. The others would arrive short
