Mikel hugged her, and she whispered, "Why would the light do this to us? What did we ever do? What tales of the light tell of it's evilness? "I have found much beauty in the dark as I have found a lot of horrors in light.
"Would you like to buy some memories, dearie? Ah, perhaps some dreams?" Ira turned to the Memory Broker, her blue eyes hard and haunted. "You can't sell dreams to someone who has walked through nightmares.