Winter Maessen didn't ask for the gift of prophecy. She's happy being a freak - but now everyone thinks she's crazy. Or evil. Goths aren't all the same, you know. Some are Christians.... Christians to whom God sends visions. Students at her university are being attacked, and Winter knows there's more than flesh and blood at work. Her gift means she's the only one who can stop it - but at what price?
"What utter rubbish!!"
One act of violence is not enough to fulfill Xaphan's plans. One near escape does not justify Winter's growing gift. There is more. She can feel it. The warnings swell within her. He's searching for someone. A person of promise...a person of prophecy. And Winter must find her first.