"Why am I?" was the question Walker had confronted his Crafter with. He had sought the answer throughout all his lives, under countless different names. What lies beyond the verge of a universe? What awaits a mortal upon decease? What purpose does the endless cycle of life and death serve in the grand scheme of existence? And above all else, why was he? There was a period in his life when he went by the name of Jackie Clarke. With the kidnapping of his wife, Melody, he had found himself neck-deep in trouble. What had begun as a pursuit to rescue her soon turned into a trying journey;...
"Why am I?" was the question Walker had confronted his Crafter with. He had sought the answer throughout all his lives, under countless different name...
"It has been five years. Five miserable years locked up inside the cells of an asylum whose name I am yet to learn. Padded walls caress my head during my occasional fits of violence. And I write these words under the supervision of my therapists, who supposed it would improve my sanity to recount in written form my distressing memories." Within these pages lies a series of gothic-themed short stories all steeped in pure, crystalline melancholy. What else, after all, is a commoner, more primal feeling than relentless gloom and despair? Whether lost in a cemetery, on an endless ocean or in a...
"It has been five years. Five miserable years locked up inside the cells of an asylum whose name I am yet to learn. Padded walls caress my head during...
