"My name is Erica, and I was five when my mother was murdered in front of me, and vanished into thin air." "He bends down and flips my wrist to where my marking is located. He peers into my eyes, sinking his black eyes into my soul. He puts his face in front of mine, four inches apart, then in a menacing voice he snarls 'Happy birthday, Erica!' He tips his head back then cackles hysterically." (Quotes from chapter one)All Rights Reserved