It is a ring, forged deep within the jungles of Ecuador, centuries ago.
Sixteen-year-old Simon had no idea what he was getting into when his mother packed him off to spend the summer at Granny's house.
A cat's eye ring with mystical powers.
The first thing he noticed was the hip clothing, the uncharacteristic sultry language and wild, futuristic hairdo. The second was the cool ring she wore.
The power to become another, to ward off an enemy by becoming that enemy.
Now his grandmother is dead, and if he hadn't killed her, he'd certainly had a hand in her demise. He should've been horrified at what lay before him, dismayed at the part he had played. But he was neither of these things. He was excited, elated, because what lay before him was not his dead grandmother, but a mystery as deep as the meaning of life itself, an adventure of a lifetime.
One he can't wait to embark upon.
