Epilogue
Phoebe squeezed her eyes shut and spun forward through the dreamline. Her stomach churned as she rode the wave of time. Textures of soft silk, jagged walls and the brush of sand came in contact with her hands. Like it was a slide that her mother had made for her as a kid, she slid down, unable to control her speed or direction.
A cacophony of sound washed over her. At first it was the roar of a crowd of people, screaming, yelling in anger. She could not make out the words but opened her eyes to see tens of thousands of people, shoulder to shoulder, marching through the street. Many held signs that whizzed past her in the blink of an eye. The speed of her trip through the dreamline went faster, and the dark energy that propelled her forward cast her off across the ocean, and behe
