“I know, you’re Rook Myfanwy,” he wheezed. “I had a dream about you last night.” “Oh, yeah?” I asked. “What did you dream?” “I dreamed that a member of the Court gave the order,” he whispered, “and then a man took your memories.” He stared at me in terror, and I stared back at him, completely stunned. “What?” I whispered. “You won’t know who you are,” he said,
