
… the old woman’s eyes bore into her, sharp and bright as the points of swords
I live in Hell ‘cause I’ve been expelled from Heaven

you know what the first rule of flying is? love. you can learn all the math in the ‘verse, but you take a boat in the air you don’t love, she’ll shake you off just as sure as the turning of the worlds. love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells you she’s hurtin’ ‘fore she keens. makes her a home.