She is the harbinger of nightmares as well as death, destruction, and insanity. Said to reign in an alternate dimension, a bleak and desertlike twilight version of reality, Lilith has long been hailed as the queen of mental darkness.

I love you." Isobel said. Because even if the words could not stop what was coming, they were still her first and sole defense.

"I know," Varen surprised her by saying as he turned away. "That's why you're gone.

Not anymore, though," he said. "And I guess that's the one perk of loving a dead girl. She never changes.

He hated himself," Gwen said. "You just got caught in the cross fire.

Though Isobel could recall only a few specifics regrading the appearance of Poe's wife-a handful of vague characteristics picked up during her study with Varen, retained from the one or two glimpses she'd had for her portraits- Scrimshaw, it seemed, had forgotten nothing.

Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangible evidence that Varen had loved her.

Expect...he didn't anymore.