CHAPTER SEVEN
Thor sat erect at the edge of their small boat, legs crossed, palms resting on his thighs, his back to the others as he stared out at the cold, cruel sea. His eyes were red from crying, and he did not want the others to see him like this. His tears had dried up long ago, but his eyes were still raw as he stared out, baffled, at the sea, wondering at the mysteries of life.
How could a son have been given to him, only to have been taken away? How could someone he loved so much disappear from him, be snatched away with no warning and no chance of return?
Life, Thor felt, was too relentlessly cruel. Where was the justice in it all? Why couldn’t his son return to him?
Thor would give anything—anything—walk through fire himself, die a million deaths—to have Guwayne given back t
