She smiled with her heart, which translated into her face as happiest grin it could muster. Her wife laughed. “You have the stupidest grin on your face right now.” “You’re my wife. How can I not be stupidly happy?”

He stood atop the cliff-face staring down into oblivion. Nothing mattered, not since Kama died. A freak accident, everyone told him. It couldn’t be helped. But he knew better. He knew the gods were against him, punishing him for a childhood of ill deeds.