"You're a Fairy." At the moment," she agreed. "Would you be interested in meeting more ofus?"He stared at the diminutive figure. "Oh yes, I would."She...smiled, and motioned. "Just a little further." She lifted off, andflew slowly so that he could watch her as she led him on. They came to aclearing, and dozens of faerie were there, flying around his head."Join us!" one cried.He looked at her, turning in a circle to keep them in view. "But Ican't!" Will you trust us?" Erika asked him."To do what?". I wondered if I'd be able to see cracks from the body outline on the other side of the wall.For some strange reason, this room seemed quite cleaner than the others. Granted, the floor was still rough hardwood and the paint was chipping, but there was a luminosity here that was really unnerving. Windows on each outside wall were covered by dusty ivory blinds that filtered the light but didn't block it.As soon as I walked through the doorway, I felt a heaviness within the room, a presence that. My bruised ribs hurt like hell, and there was a dull throbbing in my sliced-up arm, but these pains were minor compared to the self- inflicted battering my conscience was taking.I tried to tell myself it was all a fabrication of my own addled mind as I tried to find a comfortable position on the couch. The television was on, but it was just background noise to me. I turned the sound up, trying to drown out my own bitter thoughts, but it didn't help. I flipped through the stations, hoping for a. He believed himself to be in charge of the city's defenses, the first real command he had held since his crushing defeat at Chickamauga. He was determined to restore his tarnished reputation. General Wright was a bit older and a lot calmer than the red-faced "Fighting" McCook and had a much more distinguished war record. He had led a division at Gettysburg, done well in the Wilderness, and when General Sedgwick was killed, took over the Sixth Corps. He was now tight-lipped and impatient with.