Prologue
My mother and father always made sure I knew exactly who I was. I was Catherine Marisha Sheffield-Marquette, daughter of Julian Janus Marquette and Antonia Winters-Marquette and probably most importantly, I was the granddaughter of Christopher and, my name sake, Catherine Sheffield – whom both my parents talked about as if they were the gods that have ruled over us for such a time impossible by any mortal. I did not question their power, though. On the contrary, I loved hearing about my grandparents, whom I never knew – I wanted to know everything about the two people that made my wonderful parents gleam with happiness at the pure mention of their names. Yes, my name – Catherine – may be a little bit "common" and "boring" at such a time as this. But my parents have made sure I understand – I have the most special name that could ever exist to everyone who knew who I was, and where I was from.