13/03/2026 06:58

---

of her chair and hurried to the kitchen window when she heard the gallop of approaching hoofs about t With no gods to pray to, Susan prayed to her father. ”The route-map flashed, not red this time but pale pink. SO I FIXED IT UP.

He found plenty of tracks, but it was impossible (especially after a week of wet weather) to read them with any degree of accuracy. Capi snorted and blinked. This time she almost welcomed the pang that struck her as she saw her father’s familiar hand—the labored script, the steep and somehow more confident numbers. I thought I heard the same when he flew by me in the pink storm, but he really said something else.