Copyright ©2010 Maria Rachel Hooley
Cover by Justine Hedman
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I dreamed of them again, those angels with unnatural wings and eyes that haunt me even now, in this waking world, where visions of the night should be forgotten. They chased me into a dark wood, their white robes and pale skin glowing ethereally in the night, yet all I could see were their bony fingers reaching for me, exploding with light. Then the pain struck, and I sprawled atop the soft, damp ground, blanketed by moss and leaves.
I screamed as they advanced, unable to move except to writhe in pain from the light that enveloped my body, their voices booming inside my head: “You must stand judgment for your crimes against us.”