There is no such thing as a night without dreams. Even in moments of purest exhaustion, her subconscious always seemed to manage a vision or two before her eyes would finally open. Sometimes they're beautiful, incredible, exciting. Sometimes they're disgusting and horrible and terrifying ( Read more... )

She wakes ( Read more... )

There's something beautiful in it. Poetic. Rachel of the dark heart, Rachel of the darkness down deep inside, Xena, the warrior, the Viking. Rachel the soldier, Rachel the Animorph, Rachel the enforcer, Rachel the grizzly ( Read more... )

Room 2754 is not, as predicted, on the second floor. Nor is it on the twenty-seventh. Or any number that might make sense, in any particular order ( Read more... )