Chapter 1Devon lay in bed, listening to the rain beat a gentle tattoo on the corrugations of the tin roof. It momentarily took him back to his grandmother’s old farmhouse, when in the days of his childhood, he would lie in bed, just as he was doing now, and listen to the constant tap tap tap of tiny raindrops exploding against the metal. He’d be warm beneath his grandmother’s patchwork quilt and all would seem right with the world.
The rhythmic beating of the rain never failed to lull him into a deep sleep, and he could feel his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. He became vaguely aware of his mind starting to drift into that other world of dreams and strangeness. Almost subconsciously, he rolled onto his side and curled himself into a ball in readiness for oblivion.
He was more in dre
