'...Jaycent woke with a start, clawing away the sheets with an instinctive desperation. His body shook feverishly and sweat covered every inch of his skin. Blinking several times, he tried to rid himself of the mental image of the golden eyes that haunted his dreams. For the fourth night in a row he found himself jolted from his dreams with a racing heart and an unsettling fear. He sat up and gave a weary sigh at the hopelessness of it all. What did it all mean? Fatique screamed from within every muscle, begging him to rest. But every time he closed his eyes, the boy was there with his golden gaze, warning him...warning him of what? Jaycent couldn't help but think he'd die of exhaustion before he ever found out.'
-The Royal Rogue