Chapter 3
It was midmorning about a week later, and I was sitting in the dried remains of my grandmother's herb garden. My cat Mjolner was stalking something, moving with slow deliberation, setting down one silent paw before picking up the other, his green eyes intent on something I couldn't see. Maybe it was something in his imagination, but if you told me my cat was hunting extradimensional beings that my mortal mind couldn't perceive, I wouldn't exactly disbelieve you.
I sketched him as quickly as I could in the frozen moments between his steps. The angle of his ears as he listened, the glint of the little hammer that hung from his collar as it caught the morning light.
Then finally he pounced into what was a little hedgerow of bristly thyme in the summer months. His tail whipped bac
