"Well I suppose you've done well. But I'd expect nothing less." Such reluctant praise from a mother. And yet Dymion Gately would've rejoiced. Normally. But the Gately son has reached the end. The end of his wits. The end of his will. The walls of failure enclose him. Although, didn't endings birth new beginnings? Can a new world arise from the ashes of the old? Complex and...