Prologue My head was going to split in half down the middle—or that's how it felt anyway. Somewhere between the deafening whistle that my ears were putting out and the signals my eyes couldn't seem to get straight, a guerilla war was being waged between my temples. Judging by the torment they were putting me through, I could only assume the body count was in the high hundreds.I grimaced, and the aching intensified as I pushed onward, my extra pair of legs being as against my forward momentum as the rest of my body. It's a strange thought—when every part of you is screaming for you to stop what you're doing, what pushes you onward? What dri
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Shooting Stars light up the night sky
