He was on fire. It stuck to him, invisible flames enveloping his skin. He clawed at himself, tried to find some edge to pull on, to no avail. Then his bones joined the chorus of pain, screaming, shifting, trying to knit themselves into some kind of logical shape.
Chapter One
"Everything you have ever read, everything you have ever dreamed, exists. Knowing this and keeping this constantly in mind is the only way you'll ever survive the world."
It will be snowing soon, Andromeda thought as she pulled her black cloak around her. It was an impractical thing, fastening only at the throat, the wind parting it at will, but she liked it. Her usual winter coat lacked the elegance needed at these sorts of parties.
The too loud, too glittery party faded as she walked up the path, her feet crunching on the pale gravel. She sighed in relief at her temporary escape. She'd gone to the party to keep a friend company, but the people there were not the kind she felt comfortable with. The food was elegant, the music was good, and everyone was nice enough, but she couldn't seem to relax. Andromeda kept fighting the feeling that any minute she was going to do something awful and embarrassing, exposing her to the world as the classless slob she was.
Then there was