NEW EXCERPT

> The darkness was complete, pure in a way Victoria could have never imagined.  She felt herself fill with the darkness, with the venom of rage.  The moon was the thinnest cresent slash of white cutting the raven velvet of night sky.  Her burden was heavy of heart but light in her arms.  The barn door creaked lightly as she pushed it open.  The soft glow of the lantern she had placed in there earlier tonight had turned the hall of memories into a contrast of jagged shadows.  Victoria placed the figure on the seat of the chair her uncle had so recently purchased.  After she had stripped the gown off and began tightening the leather straps she was reminded of the infant swing that was forever vacant.  The electric chair was much larger than an infant's swing but as long as the chest strap held and the metal cap was on the head it should go as planned.  Faith had remained in her dormant sleep until the cold water was splashed on her body