this barren Graveyardis redolent of the scentof her bloodever coursingthrough His veins.the Wolf Moonsummons the unholy unionfrom its Scepulchral slum..
strings are humminginside my headcracks on the ceiling morph intoa mosaic of rosesspinning and twirlingas i lie here staring.the world is blueand all ..
a backdrop of graffiti loops by withcolorful tags that try to distractrush hour passengersfrom the marshesof the Meadowlands.possible land to unmarked..
Pratt was sitting at a table in Sammael's Seafood Restaurant where he agreed to meet Finch for lunch. Finch prepared the meal himself, since he was a..
Pratt had to retrieve the antidote to save Sabine before it was too late. He wasn't a hundred percent sure it would work but he had to try. He had to..
The phone was ringing. It was two in the morning. It was Sabine. She was frantic. 'Nimo! It's Sam. He's dead. His partner John told me. He said he ha..