The third sunset since their arrival downed on Collinsport. Lord Blackwood needed strength for what he was about to accomplish. Stranger events were about to unfold, casting their long dark shadows over the accursed town. Terrors from the past and future converging in a mephitic present. 1/4

“We are quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound…Our home has no boundaries beyond which we cannot pass. We live in music—in a flash of colour—we live on the wind and in the sparkle of a star!”