It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained.

The opening novel of the 'Bayou Trilogy' was the first one I finished.

Long, dark, and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts scattered and she let them go.

The heart's in it then, spinning dreams, and torment is on the way. The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.

Gail had a baby named Ned who was four months old, and a new look of baffled hurt, a left-behind sadness, like she saw that the great world kept spinning onward and away while she'd overnight become glued to her spot.

It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.