Creating a world that didn’t exist the day before is one of the purest forms of magic.
PROLOGUE
The stench of death was unbearable. Spencer stood in his own living room, back to the wall, a vicious trench knife trembling in his hands. Each haggard breath brought him that much closer to mixing his own vomit with the blood-soaked carpet.
That day began in a blur, Spencer awakening to the dead eyes of a woman he vaguely felt he knew. Eyes that sucked him in like the darkness of a deep, deep well. With a cold shock, Spencer almost flew from the floor. . . .
PROLOGUE
The stench of death was unbearable. Spencer stood in his own living room, back to the wall, a vicious trench knife trembling in his hands. Each haggard breath brought him that much closer to mixing his own vomit with the blood-soaked carpet.
That day began in a blur, Spencer awakening to the dead eyes of a woman he vaguely felt he knew. Eyes that sucked him in like the darkness of a deep, deep well. With a cold shock, Spencer almost flew from the floor. . . .
