An eternal love, an ancient enemy, an impossible choice... Each of us lives two lives simultaneously: the one we put on when we enter this passing existence we call reality, and the one that is eternally ours. Throughout our lives, the paths of our separate selves cross occasionally and our current self might nod in acknowledgement to who she once was as if to an old acquaintance she barely recalls. As long as those contacts remain but a whisper of a memory, a dream we wake up from each morning, we manage to coexist in a single body. But it is a limited existence, this separateness from our true selves, this denial we are more than the reflection our physical eyes perceive in the mirror. Sometimes though the whispers, the memories, the reminders that come to us in dreams refuse to be silenced. It is then we must choose between the simple security of clinging to the belief our lives began but a brief count of days and years ago or awaken to the truth. We are more than this single world can hold. Our memories extend far back into a past we are barely capable of conceiving. Sometimes too we awaken to the knowledge we left unfinished business in the wake of our passing. We loved then. We made friends. We made enemies. It is these tasks left undone that haunt us today. It is the loves we lost and still long for and the enemies we fled who still hunt us. In Awakening, a young woman assumes her dreams of a past lover are simply dreams, and her nightmares of an ancient enemy who still stalks her are merely an unpleasant side effect of her vivid imagination. But the dreams won't go away. They're at once both better and worse than ever, more real, more seductive and more frightening. Her grandmother could help her. She knew about such things, but her advice Mary Kate find her own way and discover her own truths wasn't particularly comforting. Particularly when Mary Kate had no idea where to start finding her own way and she sensed she didn't have much time. They were coming for her...ready or not...