Goddess of Light Read Free

slow smile spread over her flawless face. What better place for him to be reminded of the insignificance of mortals than in a modern world teeming with the creatures?
    â€œCome, Brother,” she said with a cheery smile. “Let us visit the Kingdom of Las Vegas.”

CHAPTER ONE
    GOD, she adored airports. They reminded her of love and excitement and the promise of new beginnings. Not for the first time Pamela thought that it had probably been her deep and romantic infatuation with airports that had fueled her relationship with Duane. One glimpse of him in his United Airlines pilot’s uniform, and all rational thought had leaked out of her body along with her ridiculously girly sigh of pleasure.
    What a moron she’d been.
    That relationship fiasco was over. Finally. Pamela closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her chic new short haircut. She wished she’d run into Duane somewhere in the Colorado Springs Airport before she boarded the Southwest Airlines jet. She would have loved to have seen his horrified expression as he realized that she had cut off all of that thick, dark hair that used to swing around her waist. The hair that he used to take such pleasure in touching and stroking and . . . Pamela shivered in disgust at the memory. Just thinking about it made her feel suffocated. Getting rid of her long hair had been the final step she had taken to free herself from the shackles of Duane’s smothering love. It had been six blissful months since she’d spoken to him. After months and months of refusing his gifts, sending back his flowers, and reminding him that their marriage had made both of them miserable, the end of their relationship had finally sunk in, much to the chagrin of her family, who believed that Duane was perfect for her and that she was a fool to have left him. She could still hear her brother, her sister-in-law and her parents. He’s not that bad. He gives you anything you want. He makes great money. He adores you.
    He hadn’t just adored her. He had wanted to consume her. Duane Edwards had appeared on the surface to be a successful, handsome, slightly macho, charismatic man. But under that surface, where the real Duane lived, lurked a needy, controlling, passive-aggressive boy/man.
    Pamela rolled her shoulders to release the tension caused by thinking of Duane. On second thought, she was glad she hadn’t run into him at the airport. She hadn’t cut her hair to “show him”! She’d cut it because that’s what she wanted. It fit with the woman she was becoming. She rested her head against the seat back. Her lips curved up.
    She liked the woman she was turning into. Satisfied, Pamela thought. She hadn’t been so satisfied with herself in years. She didn’t even care that she was mushed into the window seat of the Southwest Airlines jet next to a woman whose bony elbow kept poking her while she struggled to work the cigarette-scented crossword page of the New York Times.
    Why would anyone obsessively work crossword puzzles? Did the woman have nothing better to do with her mind? Ms. Bony Elbows cackled and filled in another blank. Pamela guessed she didn’t.
    No! No negative thoughts. Self-fulfilling prophecies are powerful. Negative thoughts cause negative energy. Now she sounded like her mother, God help her. She sighed and pressed her forehead against the airplane window.
    Okay, she’d mentally start over. She wouldn’t let the lady sitting beside her bug her, because that was a pointless waste of time, as was dwelling on negatives in general. Hell, who was she to judge? She glanced down at the book in her lap. It had been open to the same page for the entire flight. What had she been doing with her mind? Instead of reading Gena Showalter’s scrumptious The Stone Prince , she’d been wasting her time thinking about her horrid ex. She was better than that—she’d worked hard to make it so.
    Purposefully, Pamela