The grey stone wall to her right rose like a cliff face above her. Birds circled and cawed in the dusk as the baleful yellow sun shone through a haze; they looked like pterodactyls with outstretched, leathery wings. To her left was a pool of water that stretched away into the fog. In the water the dark, burned trunks of logs bobbed--or were they bodies?
Dara can't remember Dan, or the murders. Someone is stealing eyes. And there's a monster; it lives in a wooden box.
