The wolves howling, and the wind whispering. The red leaves as they fell.I remembered my wish. Just that one.A hand brushed my shoulder. A smell like rancid bodies burning filled the air around me. “Do you feel it, boy? What you must do? Do you understand your true gift now that you’re free?”“My gift? What do you mean?” I asked.Magda waved her fingers at me, coughed, frowned. She rolled her eyes, and instead of white all around her pupils I could see lines of red, blood. “Since the beginning, the Women have passed down a story that tells of a boy, the Dreamer, the Caeles. His soul, yours, is different. Your ti bon anges, your soul, has the power to step through the lines of time. Unlike humans, the Caeles’s ti bon anges belongs to the stars; it’s how you are born time and time again. Your spirit lives in your ti bon ange and knows nothing of rules, of death. It can be killed in ways, but it is not trapped like the others, not bonded to the earth, and cannot be taken by the likes of the Orieno.
