Prologue
Read this book in the safe knowledge that it is only fiction, but don’t get too comfortable. For in fiction, reality may reside.
Imagine the blackest of nights, devoid of even the glimmer of starlight and you will not even get close to what darkness really is. Contemplate a thousand crying souls and you will not truly understand what misery is.
This book tells of all these things.
It is a story of mankind’s ultimate thirst that cannot be quenched, the relentless search for knowledge without the realisation and control of where that knowledge might lead.
It tells of things that are mere shadows within our realm. Things that should not exist, yet which are a part of our very being, feeding off our weaknesses and paying little regard to our strengths.
Like any book we must start at the beginning, yet in a way the beginning is the end, and the end is merely a beginning.
