Lydia was too busy to be a prolific reader these days, but her childhood was rich with story: the same picture books that Rob had grown up with, but also Polynesian tricksters and gods and creation myths from her Māori grandfather, Olympic gods and heroes and monsters from her Greek mother. She knew spirits and fairies and shape-shifters. She knew, although she had never expected to see, the mark of unworldly things in the world.
