Magic is replaced with fear and desolation, and each day is survive, adapt, run or hide. Althea remembers the time before the Immortuos, the Purple Mist, and she may be the only Healer left with the enchantments to stop it. But in her past there is a demon. Always fear. Fear beyond the Immortuous, fear beyond the Purple Mist, fear that took her to Base Village, her Majesty's court, and the love the consumed her and violently devoured her.
Abby is a normal, young woman in her late-twenties. She has a wonderful husband, a beautiful home and a normal life except for one thing. The dreams that are taking over her life. Her dreams of a woman named Laylan and the beautiful, exotic world in which she lives. As Abby shares the details of her dreams with her husband, Josh, they become more frequent and more extreme. And then one day tragedy strikes and her whole world is turned upside down and she begins to see visions of another woman. A woman named Drusilla. As her dreams of Laylan become even more redundant and her visions of Drusilla become painfully realistic, she begins to wonder. Are these women indeed just characters from her imagination? Or do they actually exist? Are these dreams and visions? Or are they memories of these incredibly different women’s lives? And if so, why is Abby seeing them? Could there possibly be more than she realizes?
Drowning. Drowning into a state that blends every colour into muddy grey. Derived of sanity from that day where I stood, haunted in my spot, unable to move on. People need to start to understand. What happened was not suicide, but murder. A murder planned for years where suffocation was not the only thing the culprit had in mind.