Dawn had barely cut its way through the window in Edward's room when he awoke the next morning. He got up slowly and moved over to the curtains, pushed them apart and stared into the lush courtyard of Paradis Perdu. Golden-brown leaves abandoned by their tall wooden hosts adorned the stone pathways snaking through the garden. The rectangular bushes lining the paths had been pruned to perfection, and in the center sat a mushroom-shaped stone fountain. On its edge, facing inward, stood a gleaming statue of a one-winged angel with cupped hands pointing upward. Two small streams of water trickled downward from the corners of its eyes, and runic symbols wound around its androgynous body. Edward watched as the water fell into a shallow saucer, spilling over the sides into a dark basin beneath.