Gray light cracked into my eyes when I opened them, but I let them drift closed again. I'd been having the best dream about Kason and me enjoying a picnic, something I'd read about once, while we nibbled little sandwiches and sipped sun-warmed tea in the middle of a forest on a blanket of thick, lush grass. But giant insects had come with diamond collars wrapped around their throats carrying barbed-wire ropes and wearing pointed, gold-tipped shoes on their tiny insect legs. They'd plucked ...