Publisher's Synopsis
You may have heard the tale of the young Marcii Dougherty: cast out, accused of witchcraft and caught up so wholly in the awful Dreadhunts that they almost consumed her. Her life was filled with demons and tyrants and witches, and for a short time so was mine. But I have endured more years than most, and much of my time was lived many, many years before Marcii was even born. Old homes, friends, loves and even enemies have passed me by, and yet in my mind even still they live on. Some things I remember aren't even really memories at all, whilst others will stay with me until the end of days. This is the tale of those elusive thoughts, somehow blindingly clear and invisible all at once. In some ways the world is the same now as it always has been, and yet in others it is ever-changing. But either way, I need to relieve myself of these words before my time is taken from me, like so many other things have been. Even now I find, just as I did when I breathed air and walked the world, the silence is still deafening.
