The characters in these stories may well haunt your sleeping hours, once you have given yourself up to them, have absorbed their eccentricities and the fables I engineered for them. They do not live as you and I live. Not for them the mundane and repetitive boredom of tiny lives, lived in quiet desperation in the mean streets of our cities. They mainly survive on the edge of their own particular darkness, the bleak forces of nature and unnatural magic creating the circumstances of the horror that defines them. Some do in fact survive, but a crude madness is never very far away, stalking even the best of them.