Two thousand years ago, my kind was hunted and slaughtered. Only the strongest of us survived. To "pass" among normies, the Goddess of our Order transformed into Saint Brigid. We exist today because every fourteen-year-old girl must pass the initiate trials. Failure means memory-wiping and banishment to a convent. Non-stop study can't erase the queasy worry that, because I have Asperger's, they won't want me. "Fire purifies," says our High Priestess. Maybe that's why I've been dropped into LA's San Inferno Valley. Every year, the dry, brushy mountains explode in flame.