Preface

Humanity chooses to believe what it prefers to believe. The truth is unpleasant, a skittering horror beneath the surface of the known. It is questions left unasked and answers ignored. If humanity were not so easily offended, so defensive of their ignorance, they would learn that there are no mysteries in this universe that are beyond our grasp.

Women are selfish and frail, unfit to carry the Light. Men are just as useless, yet through their blind, stupid egotism a rare few briefly claim the torch before its flame consumes them. But Penelope and I, we are not like normal women. We are not like men. We are something wholly above and beyond humanity altogether. She will learn to accept this, as I have, ripped asunder by the shining nothingness beyond the stars. Watching over her now, unseen and unseeable, I wonder if she will reject me when my presence is finally known.

As far as she knows, I’ve been dead for two years.