Despite Katelina's pessimism, she eventually drifted into the rest of the exhausted. Her dreams were a tangled mass of jungle branches and chattering monkeys with bloody mouths. The trees faded away and she was standing in a room with a platform at one end, like a low stage. He sat on a pillow in the center, his face turned down, so that his long hair fell around his shoulders in a shower of shimmering obsidian.

The familiar, overwhelming feeling of peace washed over her and ...