The Cold War was over, the Wall had been down less than a decade and I was winging my way to the Russian Far East on an ice bucket. That's when the curtain pulled back and a shadow fell across the page.
There is a gift that runs in the bloodlines of my mother’s side, an awareness of a world that parallels our own, a world which brings the knowledge all is not as it seems and people are not who you think them to be. These are the secrets I keep.