There were too many things hammering at the back of Eira's ancient skull, and every fresh hour she spent prising at the wreck of Phei's parents' death only added more fists to the door. Questions stacked on questions. A cairn of them, growing, top-heavy, threatening to topple and bury her in their own accumulated weight.
And worse — far worse — for all her singular gifts, for all her capacity to walk backward through time and pull the ghost of a thing out of the silence it had been buried in, everything that touched Phei and Melissa came wrapped in a darkness Eira in al her power could neither see into nor pass through.
'An absolute, seamless black.'
Not the natural murk of a thing simply forgotten or well hidden, the kind she could brush aside like cobweb. This was deliberately made by someone or something.
