There should have been thunder. There should have been lightning tearing the skies and the very heavens weeping. There should have been portents and comets and demons of fire riding skeletal horses of ice-white bone-but if there had been, this would have been a movie. Probably with very artistic lens flare. So there wasn't. There was a cottage. And a future I was going to make damn sure never happened. Once upon a time.

Editorial Review by Gail Branan Twice Born -- Welcome back to Graeme Smith's world. Step inside but be careful of the Shadows. They're not what you think they are.