"Lift the bloody roof! My boy's under there!"
Kali heard the woman quite clearly, which was odd, considering the world she inhabited was scarcely larger than an apple.
It revolved between Kali's hands, a little sphere of blue water and green continents wreathed in clouds. On its dark side, a volcano spilled a fine thread of gold down a mountainside. On the other, beneath a storm small enough to cover with her thumb, a river had burst its banks.
Kali leaned closer. One moment she could see the curve of the coast; the next, she stood waist-deep in muddy water beside a woman who had wedged a boat hook beneath a fallen roof beam. A small hand protruded through a gap in the tiles.
Ordinarily, Kali would have lifted the beam herself. Here, the moment she thought of moving it, the entire roof rose gently into the air.
