Internal conflict. A mother who dreads the creature that saved her life, knows that she should be grateful to him for what he did, but is only grateful that he keeps his distance. A beautiful but dangerous land that is about to get more dangerous. Old gods who have no wish to be disturbed in their new world. And something wicked this way comes . . .
The writing is going much, much better. I don’t know whether to thank Pachelbel and Vivaldi and Bach, or desperation.