I see ghosts....... Except my ghosts aren’t just floating see-through apparitions. They aren’t drifting clouds of mist, or glowing balls of light. My ghosts are the soundless, walking zombies of the dearly departed. They are the rotting corpses of the dead. I am crazy........ ... I have never pretended to be anything else. I know that seeing the dead isn't something sane people do. No. I am fully aware of my own psychosis. Too bad knowing and accepting isn't a cure. But....... Something else seems to be happening around me. People are dying, people I know. And whats worse the Sheriff in town thinks I'm doing it. Even my silent rotting friends can't help me, not without a voice. I am not a murderer.

Anu the oldest surviving Sumerian God is an immortal with a conscience. When his minds eye sees the brutal death of an innocent child he makes the ultimate trade, his immortal life to save the child. Only the creator can grant his request and when she does, she doesn't kill him, only his immortality. Anu is thrown headfirst into the mortal world as one of the very boys whose destined to kill the very child he must protect.. He has to face his mortal body's inner demons and face his very own fear, his fear that our fate and his is written in stone.