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“Something wicked this way comes…”           -Act IV, Scene I, Macbeth Prologue September 18, 1865 Eve’s Hollow, Ireland A storm was brewing in Eve’s Hollow. Dark, threatening black clouds billowed across the sky, quickly blocking out the sun that September evening. Mothers called to their children to quickly get indoors and people stopped whatever they were doing and rushed into their homes or shops to escape the worst of the storm to come. No one could say that the people of the sleepy Irish village were impractical. Nor could it be said that they couldn’t read signs from beings more powerful then

Prologue I had never thought it would end this way. As he walked down the quiet street that he had grown up on, this same thought kept circling around in Asher’s mind. He glanced down, checking the time on his expensive watch. 11:45. He had only been walking for five minutes, but to his weary body it felt like five hours. He thanked whatever deity that gave a shit that his destination wasn’t too much further away. He was eighteen, and he’d been so for the last twenty-three hours and forty-five minutes. It was his birthday, at least for the next fifteen minutes it was. Slowly, he put more distance between himself and hi