Then the middle sister plucked the eye from her socket and placed it in Alice’s hand. The eldest dropped the tooth into Alice’s other palm. It felt warm, like a sleeping coal.
Silence. The gray tide held its breath.
“No, right,” snapped the second.
“Thank you,” she whispered to the eye. It blinked once—warm, almost kind.
She placed the eye and the tooth on the final step, where the Graiae could retrieve them later. Then she pulled the handle. Searching for- Graias Alice in Action in-All Ca...
Alice stepped forward, her patent-leather shoes crunching on pumice. “I beg your pardon. I’m looking for a way back to my own world. Are you… goddesses?”
“She acted,” said one.
At the lake’s bottom was a door no larger than a rabbit hole. Alice knelt.
She walked anyway.
