Blurb
There is a tale to tell of snakes and dragons, the red dragon. Of the mincing of meat and the stringing of words. Of dark agendas that echo through the tunnels below. Of spinning lights, shocks and induced distortions. Of children. Of caves and candles and vile lusts of the flesh and desires of the spirit. The breaking of bones within the circle and its hidden cages. Of mutton cloth and midnight ventures. Of authorities that bind and secrets kept. Possessing and possessed. It’s a tale of those parallel, those intertwined, those physical and that which binds. That which is hidden, that which is purposed and the eye that sees.