My name is Yolanda. I look like I’m in my twenties, but I’m not. I look human, but don’t let that fool you. I’m unlike any other supernatural out there. I can’t fly, I can’t move objects with my mind, and I can’t read minds. What I can do is dream. I am a dream jumper. I can travel to parallel dimensions and see worlds most don’t even know exist. I’m also a hero. I’ve saved this dimension from destruction once, and now I have to do it again. Grim Reaper Academy is my destiny. When I get the letter in my mailbox, I know it’s time for me to continue the legacy of my cousin, Mila Morningstar. She left some things unsolved. I’m not worried. I’ve had two centuries to prepare. It should be easy enough to save the world again. Now, if only the two VDC A-holes – an incubus and a sphinx – would stay out of my way, and the hot PE professor – Unseelie, descendant of Gilgamesh himself, they say – wouldn’t trip me at every step. It’s like they don’t want me to kill the monster hiding under the Academy.

Isolated from the world. Locked up because I’m a danger to others and to myself. Who would’ve thought I’d end up in the Karmic Asylum? They throw in here the supernaturals who’ve gone mad or rogue, they pump them full of drugs and potions, and wait for them to wither away. This won’t happen to me, because I have friends in high places. My Grim Reaper cousin, Mila, will come to my rescue. All I have to do is wait. When Mila doesn’t show up, I start losing hope. Then, the tree men who I thought were my enemies get me out of this nightmarish prison, and I realize I owe them my sanity. Davien, the incubus – he will consume my soul. Seth, the sphinx – he’s worshipped me all this time; how didn’t I see it? Adrian, the Unseelie warrior… He wants something from me, something I’m not sure I can give him. He begs me to save the most important woman in his life. And no, that’s not me…