Prologue
I sat in a tree outside my lover's window, remembering a time when I would sneak in and lay down with him. But that time was over now. I was dead. My lover sat on the edge of his bed, holding his head in his hands. I could hear his sobs through the windowpane. Suddenly, his head shot up and he looked right at me. He blinked and, when he rubbed his eyes, I took advantage and climbed easily down out of the tree. I knew that, now that he'd seen me, I could no longer play Watcher-at-the-Window with him. I knew that he'd be waiting for me, hoping to see me again. I also knew that I couldn't allow that. It would be too dangerous.
People should never know too much…