Ever feel like the shadows are growing longer? Ever feel like the darkness is creeping up on you? Is that lack of light really nothing or is it something? Something out to get you! Mance had none of these questions in his head. He knew the truth about the Dark: It was alive! He had witnessed the shapeless and the intangible take form. The Dark had eyes, crazy, vengeful, angry eyes. He had seen the dark show its hungry, bright, shiny fangs. He had seen it grow and tower over him. Mance had seen the truth but the darkness, this creature, still shielded secrets to be illuminated: it was a human creation with a past. The product of a long-deceased woman, invented to protect her children from their fears, the living dark must continually feed or else fiend for flesh.