Here, where the world is quiet;

Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds' in the spent waves' riot

In doubtful dreams of dreams.

"The Garden of Proserpine"

by Charles Algernon Swinburne

Caroline watched out the window of the SUV as Lincoln drove them into an outdoor shopping mall complex. There were dozens of abandoned cars and storefronts with broken windows, but this one didn't look as savaged as other parts of Omaha.

"Strip ...