I knew from childhood that my family was no ordinary family.
The main hall enshrined an immortal, a spirit hid in the kitchen stove, and even beneath the threshold lived an old deity.
Strange things kept happening in the village, terrifying everyone else out of their wits.
Only my grandmother could summon the gods with a wave of her hand and soothe restless souls with a word.
Don’t be afraid. Our house is full of gods, and they’ll keep me safe all my life.
