Contemporary Wayhaught fantasy story set between two worlds. Gone eleven on a wet winter's night, Nicole hadn't intended stopping for anyone else. The woman opened the door of her taxi, a sharp gust bringing with it the rain. "What brings you out on a night like this?" Nicole asked, failing to hide her irritation. "I needed to speak with the soothsayer," the woman replied, the hood of a cloak covering her face. "Where to?" The woman lowered the garment from her head, Nicole glancing in the rearview mirror, struck by the delicate features of whoever was travelling on such a foul night. "The City of Angels, I beg you..."