Then do something about it, her daughter replied.
What shall I do? The woman was already fading away, gone in the twilight.
Yarrow walked alone on a road that stretched away, far as the eye could see, neither coming from one place nor going to another.
She started to run.
Faster and faster in the dusk, her booted feet pounding heavily on the ground beneath her. A shadow on the horizon rose up and she put on speed. She ran and ran until she was sure her feet lifted from the ground, and she flew.
The shadow was not Atherton, as she'd thought.
A woman the size of a tree loomed up, and Yarrow skidded to a stop, fear freezing her heart in her chest. She turned to run away but a wall had come up behind her, and it was against this she fell, quaking in her terror.
The woman, whose hair was
