Long shadows sprawled over the surface. I savored my favorite part of the day, the last hour before sunset, from the wooden steps that led to the water. The puckish deities that had pestered the land since morning, the breeze and the heat, had gone to torment other places and realms. Puffs of harmless gnats swirled in the quiet air, and the kids played badminton on the packed dirt road.
The finest afternoon of the season.
The darkest hours of my life.
SOUL OF THE UNBORN ON AMAZON
American college students. Russian countryside. A guide addicted to supernatural energy. Their professor wants to help her, but maybe he is saving a monster.