(prologue)
Civilized British humankind knows the haunted secrets in the hinterlands of England.
And they stay away, especially at night!
RLJ
THE MOORS AT MIDNIGHT
(North York Moors, England)
What a beautiful place, be the Heather carpeted moors of this wonderful mystical land!
This is old wooded moorland in an equally old country of myth, mystery and fire breath!
In the daytime, the purple flowers reach up to the sky and ask the gods above for yesterdays!
And in the darkest night, in the moors, sounds and shadows and fur and fangs step out to
stalk their land... like they have done for centuries!
RLJ
