BEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threads—‘your
future,’ he whispers, ‘your destiny’.

“Go to hell," she snapped, hating how he made her lose her cool elegance."Alread…”

“Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such …”

“The crimson satin lining gleamed in the firelight, and so, too, did his eyes. W…”

“No, by God, you’ve accused me of coldness, but howcan you, when you can feel ho…”