Imagine a swarm of white feathered snow owls clawing at your arms, picking you up, and flying you out over the ocean. The wind catches on your face and the warmth of sun kisses your skin. Your amazed and a sense of wonder falls over you. Suddenly the owls snarl and let go, send you hurdling through the air. You fall terrified as a gentle warmth pulses through your core. Below you the blue of the ocean has transformed into a woman. Her hair is dark as night and she is clasping a glowing crystal skull in her hand. K.L. Krebbs is something of a dreamer, born with an overactive imagination. For he...