On a whim, the rainbow's child falls to earth, where a cruel adversary takes advantage of her innocence. Bereft of her thunder-swept heavens, she dwindles. The sky calls to her, but she cannot answer. This transcendent short story of J.M. Ney-Grimm's troll-ridden North-lands explores how inner freedom creates outer opportunities. Earth trumps heaven until ancient music plays. Excerpt from Rainbow's Lodestone She did not see him, but a rainbow's child might not. The sky was her realm - air and light and wind - with brief visits to earth and the creatures of earth. She pranced and leapt and whirled. She tossed back her head, tresses swirling, and flung her arms skyward. She bent and bowed. She rejoiced in this highland dell. He threw the lodestone. It caught the hem of her gauzy gown of light, pinning a sapphire panel to the ground. Pain. Terror. Shock. Her face registered all these and more. She tried to straighten, tugging at her dress. It dragged her downward, trapping her against the ground. She looked up, eyes dilating, pleading in the gesture of one hand. Now she was seeing him.