She'd dreamed of the glove again. The power it gave her to bring people back from the dead, even for a brief moment of time, was more intoxicating than she would have believed.
But the dream had been tempered by a frisson of fear that she'd follow the same path as Suzie. She couldn't imagine killing anyone to use the glove, but her subconscious easily made that leap for her and the bodies of strangers were soon joined by those of friends.
Gwen closed her eyes, knowing sleep would be a long way off.

