I wrote this during Samhain a while ago, and thought it really captured the mood. I dunno, I guess I was inspired... (For those who don't know, Samhain is the Celtic New Year, a day when the veil between this world at the next is supposed to be at its thinnest)
Ffionn is introduced in this chapter, and I think he may be my favorite character in the story. He knows everything, but he doesn't let on about it.
I feel so sorry for Tamsin. He's so well-meaning, and yet so clueless. He deserves someone just as clueless (which wasn't intended to sound as mean as it does).
I guess everyone has to have something or other about the contrast between good and evil, heaven and hell, so on and so forth. This is mine. It makes me sad every time I read it.
This is the first part of a story that began as a school assignment and morphed into something more. The prologue is the assignment itself.