RUBYPrologueSometimes, when the ravens cry loud and angry in the dark sky, you can see a dim shadow under the evil looking trees. You wouldn't go near it, no. Some ancient fear forbids you, so you go, go back to your safe little home with cold electric lights and don't think about it. But in the morning, there's a fading memory of empty bird eyes staring at you angrily in your dream.This is she, Ruby Sharpe. She is the image of your fear. The reason you hurry past the lingering shadows. ‘That malformed creature, smiling at me’, people would say behind their closed doors or to themselves late at night, ‘carelessly lingering th