Prologue

In everyone, there is a monster waiting to be awakened. Enid closed her eyes, breathing in as intensely as she could and feeling seafoam spray on her face as she rocked back and forth. The moon shone down on her, and after awhile she opened her eyes again. She watched as the waves crashed against the shore ten feet below her and wondered what it would be like if she just flung her body over the edge. She was ten years old, and a small wispy thing that no one would've seen, even when fully immersed in moonlight that night.