Hi, loser. I'm Moira. Yes, the very same Moira Angela Starling of the book, Moira . Have you read it, yet? Have you read about my chaotic life that's meant to be a loose play on Peter Pan , packed with high quality connections to not the Disney movie, but the stuff written by J.M. Barrie? If you haven't, it's a hoot . Anyway. My author is "writing" the third book in this series, so I've been burdened with compiling the second book and introducing it to you in this boring, unnecessary description. Read it or leave, I don't care. In Earth , Book Two of The Witness Journals, we leave behind our fair, even-keeled, always-wise heroine, Moira, and delve into the origin story of her sudden and aloof nemesis, Ravage. She never asked for a nemesis. She doesn't even know why she's been targeted because Ravage won't sit still long enough for tea and conversation, so whatever. He wants to keep that stick clenched in his butt and that's fine with me. Anyway, long before Ravage picked up the eccentric habit of murdering and reanimating young women to create a steampunk zombie army, he was an adorable child named Earth . Earth was born to elemental beings facing colonization by continental neighbors who had severed themselves from their innate communion with nature in favor of strange technology brought to them from another Anti-World. Since you love to watch people suffer, please take the opportunity to pick up this mofo so you can eat popcorn and spectate on Earth's struggles through loss and hardship. You monster. Through an ancient anthology of poetry, legends, first hand accounts, and collected thoughts from Ravage himself, explore who he was before he became a whirling cloud of vines, destroying Rafe's girlfriends. If that sounds depressing and stupid, bypass this insightful journey that will inevitably enrich your soul, and hold out for Book Three where there will be much cusses, kisses, and punches from me, the best girl. Amen.