Some nights Bella would gaze up at the light fixture above her bed and wonder how she got here. It would flicker and the she would watch it, unblinking. Sometimes she swore it flickered to the beat in her heart, the rush of her veins. Could he hear it? she wondered. Vampires. Extreme violence and gore. There's romance in this story, but it's the seriously depraved kind

Roslin had just turned ten and five when her dreams began to change. By that time, she had come to the conclusion that they were not just dreams – it was a life. Her life. That she had lived before, somehow. She was sure of it. Despite her certainty, Roslin never said a word to anyone. The Seven said nothing about living and then living again, after all.