He was standing on the mountain, the wind whipping at his clothes, looking down at the little village, and the shadow man was standing beside him.

"Ignacio, my son,"he said. "You will come to me. You must come to me and set me free, and together we shall feed on the food of the gods."

He wanted to say, 'That is not my name,' but the words would not come. Instead he watched in horror as the man turned to face him and he saw his face for the first time. He saw his face ...