Part of me said I would never find her, that the world was enormous enough to swallow a person even without the magical abilities she possessed. Hell, doing what she could, and being the person she was, thinking I might locate her was a childish notion.
But no, another part of me insisted, she hadn’t gone far; my mother had been part of some something big that she would not, or could not, abandon. There must be threads that could be discovered, trails that could be uncovered and followed. Anyone could be found if you asked the right questions and knew the right people to squeeze. It was just a matter of having time, and having the right resources…