Believe in magick...or don't. But there's something about this bookstore...the scent of myrrh permeates the space, bitter, dark...there's no rhyme nor reason behind the shelving of the books. The few other patrons seem to want to hide their identitiies behind veils and upturned coat collars. So...why are you here?

Keeper of secrets. Painter of dreamscapes. Wanderer between worlds.

A little mischief...a hint of mayhem...a charming smirk and inquisitive eyes...

The cemetery is bathed in shadow but he moves through the dead of night with confidence. 3 am. Black candles and cloying, intoxicating incense. His voice is rising, a skull in his hands...

The art of desire and the art of fear: both can be lethal in the hands of a master.

Someone has been watching you...

The trick of using mirrors as portals is well-known amongst the inhabitants of various realms... are you sure you really want to buy that looking glass? It may be beautiful but beauty masks danger all too often ...

We don't know how long we have...but he knows. Don't fear...

When trouble finds you will you run...or embrace it?

Valente Bishop is not what he seems to be...

Charming, witty, beautiful...there's something otherworldly about Lulu Planchette. A social butterfly, it's difficult to pin her down and keep her interest for long...and you'll never know if you're her friend, partner in crime, confidante...or prey.