PROLOGUE The earliest thing I can remember? Way back when I was a kid. All the way back. The first thing my mind can seem to recall is
the slightest touch on my face. Warm, gentle, my mother always used to wake me up from bed when I was a child. She wouldn't try to rouse me by calling my name, or shaking my shoulder. Instead, she would hum softly, ever so softly, almost as if singing to...