“Anything can happen in the blink of an eye. Anything at all. One. Two. Three. Blink. A girl is laughing with her friends. Suddenly, a crater splits apart the earth. Through it bursts a man in an ink black chariot forged in the deepest pits of hell, drawn by stallions with hooves of steel and eyes of flame. Before anyone can shout a warning, before the girl can turn and run, those thundering hooves are upon her. Now the girl isn't laughing anymore. Instead, she's screaming. It's too late. The man has leaned out of his ink black chariot to seize her by the waist and pull her back down into that crater with him. Life as she once knew it will never be the same.”