I inspected the small glass orb in my hand and read the words engraved upon its mantle: Dark Root, Oregon, 1968. "Jillian, there's nothing inside," I said, shaking the globe. "You must view it before you go to sleep. The memory it contains will come to you in your dreams." "What will I see?" I asked, staring deep into the crystal ball. "Secrets, Maggie. Secrets that should have come out long ago." In the third installment of The Daughters of Dark...