Chapter 3
Chained on the burning lake, nor even thence had risen or heaved his head, but that the will and high permission of all-ruling Heaven left him at large to his own dark designs. - John Milton, Paradise Lost
Amara Dimka locked the door to her shop and flipped the Open sign to Closed. After reading that poor girl’s palm and tea leaves, she didn’t want to face any more customers. She needed to recover from the rush of premonitions. Touching the other side always took a toll on her. She’d caught a glimpse of a shining city, heard a flutter of wings in the dark, and then her stomach had dropped to her feet as she’d sensed the end. The end of everything. Amara paused and leaned against the counter for a minute, catching her breath.
That young woman was in danger, but there was no way
