At 4 yrs old, face in a pool of blood, Darby had no idea why his mother was screaming as he awoke.

He saw panicked faces, their voices frantic as they scrambled for cloth to wipe away and sought the source of blood, a wound, a deep gash? Cups of blood soaked pillow & bed.

The Devil Dancers on the Books of the past and the future that they foretell are there when Darby Wakes up In Hell. Bloody but painfree, life draining slowly, Darby lay helpless watching life ebb away.

In La Paz, Bolivia, Dara, Darby’s mother, picked him up, realizing he was bleeding from his nose, and rushed to the car with him in her arms. Her dark cur…