Preface


I had never given much thought to how I would die, though I suppose I'd had plenty of reasons to in the last few months before my death.

I never would have imagined that it would be like this.

Surely it had been a good way to die, noble even, to die in the place of someone I loved. That ought to count for something, didn't it? The one I loved was safe – in my apartment up high under the clouds of Seattle, I had insisted she stay back to rest.

I knew that if I had never gone out that night, when I met her, that I wouldn't have faced my eventual end. But, when life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations – its not unreasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

I couldn't go back anymore, to the time when I was human, not without causing her harm.