They might have traveled for weeks. Months. Hettie didn’t know, since it was, as Uncle had explained it, basically Diablo’s time bubble but stretched out. The thing was, night and day came and went on a whim. The moon was full one night, then a mere sliver the next. The sun rose from every direction, and at a moment’s notice sometimes, rising and setting across her shoulders as quickly as a spider would skitter, or resting on the back of her neck until she thought her shadow was a permanent part of her. This plane, with its fields of gilded grass and lazy slopes that rolled like sea waves, spread on forever. If she’d tried to travel here on her own, she would have lost her mind.
Thankfully, Jezebel never tired, never stopped for food or water. She ran without limits here, exalting in abso
