Prologue
The Smoke Monster prowls the Island.
Contrary to popular opinion, he does not always roar and crackle when on the move. He can be stealthy when he chooses to be and that's rather more often than you might think. How can he judge people without observing them first? All across the Island he flows, peeping in on the new arrivals on the beach, in the jungle and in the caves, weaving in and out of the clapboard homes of the people the new ones call "the Others" when the sonar fence is down. He sneaks through the trees and wanders the tunnels beneath the Temple. He observes not only their actions but their thoughts. Oh yes – that's something not many people know. Smokey sees your dreams – your ideas, your fears, your fantasies. Little surprises him. And that's a very good job considering the erotic phantasmagoria he observes on pretty much a daily basis…
