Susan, once queen, once sister, once daughter, once lover, doesn't ask much from this world anymore. She doesn't walk into churches, and she doesn't look for someone about to sweep her into a dizzying spin simply for the fun of it, and she doesn't pray, and she doesn't wonder what would happen if she turned a corner and there was a wardrobe or a doorway or an archway or somewhere to go.

Susan knows how to reach gods differently, these days, has rings and plans and stakes in the ground, has everything she needs to make sure when she meets them it will be on her terms.