Prologue
She could hear voices. Voices… and an impenatrible layer of darkness clung to her mind, swirling around like a dense fog. The voices were clearer now… they were saying something, talking about someone who was lucky to be here, to be alive.
They're talking about me…
The fogginess made it sound so confusing. She had been found… he had found her? Alone in the dark, unconscious, bleeding, barely clinging to life. She was dead… No of course not, but she had died. She didn't remember dying, only the beautiful agonizing pain, gathering her into its embracing arms and pulling her deep down into that dark abyss. The voices stopped…