...A shadow detaches itself from another shadow and becomes a god. Mask stands in a library where every book lies, where every record is rewritten nightly, where the truth is quarantined in a vault nobody knows exists. He runs a finger along the spine of a book and the text changes to accommodate his touch. A rogue kneels before him, thinking she's made a deal with darkness, not realizing she's made a deal with the absence of light itself. He speaks in a voice that sounds like your own thoughts, and she cannot tell where his promises end and her own ambitions begin. Around him, the world shifts incrementally, so gradually that by the time anyone notices the door isn't where they remembered, they've already forgotten what the room looked like. The greatest trick is that you'll never be certain of what he actually took....