““Desolate city. Snow on the streets. Fire in the sky. It could have been one of a hundred wars. But there- The place on the street where the snow had melted. The dark crater in the sea of white.Daniel sank to his knees and reached for the ring of black ash stained on the ground.He closed his eyes.And he remembered the precise way she had died in his arms. Moscow.1941. So this was what she was doing-tunneling into her past lives. Hoping to understand. The thing was,there was no rhyme or reason to her deaths.More than anyone, Daniel knew that. But there were certain lifetimes when he'd tried to shed some light for her,hoping it would change things. Sometimes he'd hoped to keep her alive longer,though that never really worked. Sometimes-like this time during the siege of Moscow-he'd chosen to send her on her way more quickly.To spare her.So that his kiss could be the last thing she felt in that lifetime.””
