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Darkness surrounds us. We see it in the crimes
that are committed, the terrors that stalk not
just our nightmares, but our waking lives as
well.

But from the darkness comes the purest light:
that of hope, love, and the desire for peace and
freedom. From our most terrifying nightmares
are born the most fervent desire and enduring
love.

So take a walk in the dark side of passion, fear,
and the supernatural. Find your deepest
desires, and release the magic within....

From SHADOW WALKER:

     It was a ten-minute drive from her home in Kensington to the NNMC,
and Jaye prayed no cops were out tonight, as she sped toward the hospital.
The nagging sense that Trevor was alone and in need of help was her only
companion as she neared the facility. She was on autopilot, with little
awareness of her motions as she showed her ID to the guard at the NNMC
gate, parked and locked her car, and headed toward the inpatient wards.
She was just at the door into the building when something in her peripheral
vision stopped her in her tracks. She turned, her eyes scanning the bushes
beside the building and her brow furrowed. What was out there?

   She shrugged when she saw nothing, but her skin prickled with awareness
she didn’t want to acknowledge as she turned toward the door again. A
whimper, followed by a moan, sent a chill through her that wracked Jaye to
the core. It sounded like an animal, and a man, in pain. She spun around,
and her eyes searched the bushes, until she saw one move.

    Heart in her throat, praying that she was about to find a wounded dog,
Jaye eased toward the bush. Whatever she found there, she already knew
she wasn’t ready for it.

    A warning growl faded to a whimper of pain and fear as her hand
touched the bush, and she eased it aside, expecting to see an injured dog. A
dismayed gasp left her at what she saw, instead.

    Trevor lay in a tight huddle between the bush and the wall. The
moonlight touched his bare skin, and he shivered from the winter cold.

    “Trevor!”