Practice (The Heretic's Guide to Homecoming #2)

by Sienna Tristen

Fear-beyond-fear was an opportunistic feeder. It devoured whatever was within reach, transfigured any mild concern into calamity. Anxiety cast all your mundane worries like bones and read from them the ruin of your life. It would scare a banquet out of you, and then eat its fill.

Gender?” There followed an awkward moment where Ronoah opened his mouth and nothing came out. “Um—sorry, I don’t, I’m not sure what—?” “Term of address?” said the attendant. “Colour?” He plucked at the collar of his purple robes. “What you wish to be known for?”

Life is transformation. Its relentlessness is its most accursed quality, and also its most redeeming: not good, not bad, just big. Just more. Another darkness, another delight, another surprise just over the hill. Life demands your attention, your participation. Life demands to be lived. Rise to that challenge—change or die—and it will bear you through even the deepest abyss.

The weather’s great, the architecture is fascinating, oh and also I’m a really clumsy interdimensional being now, and did I mention the Pilgrim State is my friend’s wife?