Time slips in minds that drift unfocused. Something The Amanuensis frequently reminds me often from an ice prison far in the future. Long and long has the hibernation of written word escaped logic. Now is now, and the time to explore begins once more.
DON’T PANIC…Eleven days in and breathe….
The Black watched on as, through the debris of ancient battle, the Smith walked between life and death. Two worlds, two paths; one outcome.
In a body that is failing, a mind wanders two realities. Divided, dying in one and hunted in another. It was never supposed to be this way.
Wayland, having fallen from the path as a unseen force blinked his inamorata out of existence, wakes in a world where life is no longer quite the same.
When the sun sets before nightfall and mist flows like blood, it’s too late to run.
Returning from their vacation, the Brothers Carmichael waste no time revisiting the sinister Marsh Bank House. A Victorian manse with secrets inside that are starting to wake up…
Having escaped the crypt where the Templars fell, the Brothers Carmichael turn to a vacation in Wales. Visiting a castle ruins to relax and take in some history. What can go wrong?
The morning after the night before and the paranormal brothers find a visit to another point on the pentagram rather more than mere observation.
After the bricked up revenant of a child bites Elisabeth on the hand, her world starts changing. Something in The Marshes is stirring.