Ritual marks moments that need to be honored and noted. The culture of this country does not support or encourage as much ritual as I crave, so it must be created. When my daughter returns for a visit, I place fresh flowers upon her bedroom table. Each evening I light candles of intention and set them upon my hearth. With seasonal changes marked by the moon, I change the tokens and charms hanging from my mother’s gold chain. And now as my novel Sister of Grendel moves toward its entrance into the larger world, I realize it is time to create a ritual for my muse. It is something I should have done long ago. It will be personal, evocative, as pleasing as a cathedral and as intimate as a coin in a pocket.