The Half Breed. The Mongrel. The Cursed. Born to flame and magic, she had been shunned all her life. "I know you as well as you know me," The Dark God said as the shadows flickered dangerously and a small cruel smile curled on his face. She turned away from him only to face her reflection on a glass window, the same cold unfeeling eyes stared back at her, and a she felt a smile curl on her lips though she tried to resist it. And a small word slipped from her mouth, "Yes," ...