*Desperate to find relief from her terrifying nightmares, Cara Wynter heads out to a seedy bar. She orders one drink, then the whole bottle. Before she knows it, she is falling... into what? She didn't know. A vision? A dream? Was she awake or asleep? Her world was a blur with no distinction. All she knew is she was falling into open flames, the flames that burned relentlessly at her mind and soul all day and all night. *rothic