The blood in my veins went hot and cold with every beat of my heart. My spine felt as thought someone were wringing it like a sponge, and every nerve in my back began to scream in silent agony.
- As I slipped into unconsciousness, something howled from deep inside. A desperate voice, poisoned with rage. The howl of something that wished it were dead. It was the howl of my bones.
- Have you ever had the overwhelming feeling you're being watched? The unshakable notion that some unknown presence has you in its sights and is waiting for the right opportunity to make itself known?