About the book: year / - How many times? – I asked the school principal in a trembling voice. – How many times have I been born? “Twenty-five times,” the woman I trusted answers. - So this is my twenty-fifth eighteenth birthday? – covering my face with my palms, I said. Memory played a cruel joke on me, and my head was torn from the flow of information that invaded my brain in flashes. - Will she come for me? – I said in a whisper, looking at my Protector. - I won't allow it, Shelley. – Adam bared his teeth and grabbed the hilt of the sword. - Do you really think that for so many centuries no one has been able to do anything, but you can? – I whispered, holding my temples. - This is your first life where I am. We can handle it. Your light will not dim, my Sparkling Shelly.