For the first time since she died, my grandmother"s voice came into my mind with calm clarity. “A Fae queen does not panic. She looks for the resources she has and uses them to her best advantages, even if they are not ideal.” I didn"t question whether my own memory of long-ago advice had kicked in or if my imminent death opened some sort of channel. No time to think about it. I drew what I could from a pond and the nearby river and imagined holding the car straight in its flight so we wouldn"t flip. I also pushed to angle it toward an open field instead of the patch of forest beside and under us.
“A Fae queen does not panic. She looks for the resources she has and uses them to her best advantages, even if they are not ideal.”I couldn"t do this alone. At least I"d learned that lesson in T
