In the months before Carol’s wedding, Carol and Taryn had talked about their futures at length over good bistro lunches in restaurants near Carol’s place of work. They’d sat at a window table to take stock of their lives. Taryn could still see her friend, champagne flute held high while, on the other side of the glass, cavalcades of lunchtime shoppers went by with their boutique bags. ‘I’ve found someone I love and trust enough to marry,’ Carol said. ‘Your book is a success. Look at us, finally on our way.’ Now, bedded down under the black and blazing skies of the Sidh, Taryn thought, Why is
...more
