PART I Beneath you, around you, through you, just beyond the edge of all that you know and all that you are, lies the unknown. Behold the NeverNeath. ~*~ In the Dark of the Night Up until about five minutes ago, Mrs. Pollyanna Keller had always felt safe in the small town of Geneva, New York. Her birthplace sat far enough away from the cities to be considered almost rural. By urban standards, anyway. Tonight, however, the safety net in which she’d always felt herself enveloped was evaporating. And fast. She was being followed. She was certain of it. It was a feeling. One that started in her gut and…