"You're a monster," I told him, daring him to meet my accusing stare. "A monster?" he replied weakly, risking a glimpse at me before his courage faltered, his shoulders slumped and his dark eyes cast down to the ground. I almost pitied him but where compassion would once have been was now hatred, the kind of total abhorrence that cancels out the possibility of kindness, the hope for forgiveness. "I want to know...do monsters feel fear?" I baited him revealing the knife in my hand as I circled closer to him, his eyes flickered to the blade but he did not flinch. "Do they even bleed?" "How do you think men become monsters? They are withered away by fear. Their tears dry up, their backbones bend till they break and somewhere along the way they lose their hopes, their dreams, their morals and one by one everything and everyone they ever loved till all that is left is a monster. You have to remember that Sam, all monsters were men once." ***** There can be no progress without sacrifice; you can't want the world to be different and yet be unwilling to change; you have to be willing to consider things that you never thought you would do, and more than that, you have to follow through. That is the predicament impulsive Sam Blackwell faces as she is steered down a path from which she can never return. At every turn new secrets emerge leading Sam to doubt everything she once so firmly believed and we discover the lengths a person will go to to protect what they hold dear. "A day will come when everyone must choose a side and when you do, remember, when it comes to war it is not who is right, it's who is left..."