“Oh, my goodness, you have the lightning bolt!” “The lightning bolt?” Self-consciously, I touched my right eye. My blue iris was marked with a diagonal yellow zigzag I’d hated with a passion as a child. “It’s famous in your family. It’s not always a lightning bolt. Sometimes it’s a sun around the pupil, sometimes something else. A lot of the villagers have it too.” Her sideways smile gave her a knowing expression. “Lords will wander, don’t you know.” Blinking, I asked, “It’s a family trait?” “Yes! Didn’t your mother tell you?”
