Welcome to the central web of the haunted books. Enter my red-lit parlour, where spirits are evoked, palms read, futures dreamed of, and pasts resurrected.
Artwork by Brett Morgan and Hagstone and some fellow from the 1600’s who will likely (?) never call me out for it.
“The mighty heart of the mountain that haunts the eagles beats fierce in my belly, wolf-turned till my poet’s so strong he devours the lover and fighter in me into one sharp edged blade forged in hell. I am he who they say is coming through the cracks in things once in a century. I’m still coming. Say my name three times. Tell the innocent to taste hope, and let the guilty tremble.”
