Chapter 11
“You turned your tears’ strength and pressure into your ripe gaze, and were transforming every fluid inside you into a strong reality, which would rise and circulate, in equilibrium, blindly.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke
This time Madelyn couldn’t shake off the fear and terror. She was frozen in that moment, terrified of the rain, the cold, and the silence. She could see the slither of a silver dragon through tall grass. Thunder rumbled like the low growl of wolves. The cold rain stung her skin, hot from running for her life. Fear punched her gut, making her taste bile and acid . . . Distantly as though from beneath a vast sea, she heard Grigori talking to her, whispering over and over words in a language she didn’t understand.
Bit by bit the nightmare began to fade, leaving her hol
