“Fractured glints of moonlight on the cracked window pane occasionally break through the ever present cloud cover casting ominous shadows across the barren landscape. Earlier today there was a bee trapped inside with me. Poor thing, its fate is as sealed as mine. Both of us are doomed.”

“My name is Grace Anne Parker. I am 25 years old, and tomorrow morning I will die.”

“This is not the end. It is the beginning.”