The day begins with the morning sun breaking through the dusty drapes of my room. The ancient large four poster bed creaking as I emerge and slide from the layers of sheets and blankets onto the cold wooden floorboards. Accustomed to the morning cold and dampness of the air since I have stayed in this state a while now.Today I’m going to begin looking through the endless public records of births in the city library for any reference to a child named Dante. Even though his accent seemed off it is still worth a try. Hopefully Cora will secure a meeting with the young seer from the coven she connected herself to, giving us a better chance at locating this elusive male. As for the rest of the coven witches, they may yet be useful if they harness any kind of skills and it’s always handy having a brood of sister witches nearby should I require assistance or minions.The girl, the seer, has no clue of the power and gifts she holds within herself if

I get myself to the local library as the doors are opening. It’s almost deserted due to the early hour, quiet, and gloomy among the rows of old books and musty smelling paper. The little old librarian with white curly hair, rimmed spectacles, and flowery dress smiles at me warmly across the tables when I pass her by and leaves me to browse.I must admit, I love the smell and aura of ancient books, the feeling of being surrounded by old, treasured pages. Back home my own library is my favourite place to spend time. Books retain some sort of presence from past readers, and it can be felt in the air all around me because I’m sensitive to energy vibrations in all things, be they living or not. A warm familiar sensation comes from books, like a gentle breeze on a hot day, or a soothing hug when you need it most, and that relaxes me. It’s because books are beloved things, often cherished with affectionate possessiveness and bring so many emotions by opening them.

Finally, in Columbus and awaiting Cora at the airport, shuffling through the pages I stole from the library phonebook back in Utah. I ripped several 'D Torres' from the book, in several areas around Newark and nearby. Surprised at how many there are even with his surname. Most have addresses and another step towards finding him before his fight. I lack patience and in my opinion waiting weeks to see him may be too late if we are indeed in a race against time. Cora looks me up and down as I slide into the car with the handful of pages, and she’s soon brought up to speed on what I’ve found. Squinting at the picture of the man on the poster, she smiles encouragingly.'It's him! The visions showed that arm with tattoos, the body build, the hair and even the profile. He is awfully handsome isn't he? Were hunters always good looking?' She seems excited, but her feelings are also apprehension. I don’t know if Cora understands the magnitude of this bein

I don't know how. I don’t know how I make the visions happen or control when they do.' She pouts petulantly, looking so much younger than her seventeen years. 'Sometimes I have dreams, about people I don't know, sometimes I see things inside my head I don't understand. But I don't know how to do it on request, or how to do it for specific things.' She scrunches up her nose, a sheer look of despair on her face. A sense of disappointment that she won’t be able to bargain with me if she can’t do it.'That's why I'm here. I can guide you and help you do what I need. I can pull them from your head like I did with your birth memory and guide you to what I need. This man we are trying to find, he's important to all of us. You have a gift that's very rare. You can delve into the past, present, and future, anywhere in the realms. You can see things and hear things as though you are present at the exact time it's happening and walk freely into the surroundings experie

The petals annoy me with a solid YES and I curse under my breath and scowl at the bowl, this time failing to thank them for their wisdom and guidance for a full thirty seconds after. I grind out a thanks with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow.'Enough bloody questions, I think.' I tip the bowl with a flick, disturbing the surface so the petals sink to the bottom and break the divination'Thank you for your answers and your guidance.' I smirk up at the roof then walk away from the bowl in agitation. I need to be rational about this. The gods are right. Killing him is not an option until I know what he can do. Finding him is a certainty and leaving him afterwards, not very smart. Others will find him and who knows what fate he has and with whom.I know one thing for certain, I’m tired of this endless time away from home and I ache to get back to my castle, back to the soft landscape and gentle rolling hills of home, and the awful wet and dank weather. This t