Any Way the Wind Blows

by Seanan McGuire

First, it’s basically a sheet of baklava that hasn’t been cut.

We map the baklava, because we can’t tell when things are missing unless we know what’s supposed to be there.

We try to minimize interaction with the people native to the various parallels, for reasons ranging from “everyone has a different local flu” to “we find them vaguely unsettling.”