"Her life burned to ash behind her. Clio waded through the soft spring soil of a fields, one her husband and his brothers had plowed just today. Her booted feet sinking with each step into the churned earth. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” she whispered. To herself. To the On High. To the Heavens. To anyone that might listen and make this day have not happened. If any one of them heard her, they gave her no sign. Clio wasn’t pious… before. This wasn’t helping her faith none." Beginning of the Prologue of Book I - "Witch Child"