The figures were absurd. Elongated and multi-limbed beings in a herd that seemed to gallop in the corner of her eye when Cayley held the torch in her mouth a little higher. They looked like nothing she had ever seen before, yet they felt like they were drawing her in to run alongside them. They felt like home.   It wasn't often that Cayley was awed to silence, but the cave was a quiet echo aside from the crackle of f...