PREFACE
I had been told that vampires cannot change. When turned, we freeze as we are. Yes, the process can change us slightly in appearance and ability. But overall, and over time, we are frozen. This is why immortal children were forbidden to be made. Children turned could never mature, never grow, and their lack of mental maturity was exacerbated by their insatiable hunger. I had recently begun to wonder if I too had been turned too soon. Would this eternity be easier if I had had a few more years to learn and grow?
But it was too late for that now. Frozen at eighteen, I was held for all time madly in love with my husband, violently protective of the ones I loved, and now desperately struggling for the control that had come to me so easily since the day I came to this life. This is what I had wanted, this eternity, and here it was in all of its maddening glory.
They said that vampires cannot change, but I had to hope that they were wrong. Not just for me, but for everyone else as well. There had to be a way to bring back the light when the world had gone dim. If not, this would be an ugly journey for all.
As the pain tore through my body, I fell to my knees. I felt the hands gripping either side of my head, pulling. I could feel my neck tearing. All I could think in that moment was, "Edward, please go on without me."