"I am Mot. I am Death. I exist. I am in a world.  Worlds are in me.  I am one.  I am many.  I am good. I am evil. I am everywhere.  I am nowhere.  I am the beginning.  I am the end.  I am all that was, is or ever shall be."


These are the words that haunt Shama in his waking and sleeping hours.  A force of good or evil?  Shama seeks to find a way to release himself from the piercing eyes and cutting words of a being that has him teetering on the edge.  And all of this seems linked to a past he can not remember.