Author's Preface
Thursday, 20 December 1894
It was snowing last night. The first snow of the year. It reminded me of the fire. I'm glad it doesn't snow as much in Montrose as in Fettercairn. Every time it does I have that nightmare. I thought maybe I was done with them. The last time I dreamed of mum and dad was back in the summer.
I miss Sister Grace. She helped me feel better on days like these. Ryn tries but it doesn't help. He's lucky. No nightmares, no bleeding, nobody calling him a witch.
I wish Sister Grace would come back.