The Tale of Misfit 8 - Dance To the Music of FlameSweetness of that kiss and merciful embrace of darkness were the very last things, last sensations engraving themselves into my consciousness seconds before I´ve been thrown through times and spaces, floating through dozens of translucent windows and crystalline doors back towards my home.I woke up to the sound of church bells and there I was just a little girl Vanore Marlowe, adult mind of Constanze, the Austrian young woman, awakening and tragically trapped in body of a youngling like and old porcelain doll with cracked cheeks and broken limbs redressed in new and fancy garments. I felt sick, my stomach twisted with unspeakable stabbing pa