You're not alone." Ellie snorted through her tears. "I'm never alone.

Fire is fire," Matthew said. "It burns.

He was a match; she was flint. And between them both...fire.

There is no reason for any of this if we don't survive." Vince reached out and ran a hand through her long hair. "Ah, love. That's where you're wrong. As long as we do what we're meant to do, it doesn't really matter if we survive or not.

Shadow is on the move," a soldier said suddenly.... "We spotted her in the West atrium, then she vanished into the unfinished apartments. Scared the shit out of Dr. Marea on four, then ended up in the kitchen ogling a cheesecake.

Please," her shadow begged. Laughingstock for sure. "I can't give you what you want," Cam said. "You know that." She had to know that.

Her was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.

There is absolutely nothing that can harm the shadow. Nothing. I advise you strongly not try.

The Segue Institute was the preeminent research organization for all things paranormal and it was housed in a haunted, renovated turn of-the-century hotel. The place was supposedly loaded with what the scientists there called Shadow, capital S, a scary word for magic. Dark magic.