The Nighthawks lie silent as the scion of an evil god cries out before its birth. The gaze of the abyss? The whispers of terror? Are they signs of a boon or a curse? Unfathomable grey eyes are shot with blood as Saint Selena?s ashes darken the land of dreams. As the tragedy unfolds, the glint in the clown?s eye is but a fleeting tear. Fantasies are products of the pen and every story is a deception?
