Willow shakes her head and sits down on the bed, not too close to Tara, but not too far, either. Her hand reaches out to stroke Colette nervously. "No. I-it's like... it was specially written for me, for what I wanted to do at the time."

The book's full of powerful dimensional, resurrection, and memory spells, like the aliens had been purposefully trying to goad her into attempting to make things the way she wanted them to be.

"It's like they were building me up until it all just exploded."