There is a river that flows through the misty landscape of imagination, seeping up through the rocky earth high in the Appalachian Mountains. It winds southward through the foothills and the piedmont: It tumbles past the fall line, widens and deepens, and then meanders across the coastal plain until it finally reaches the gulf of Mexico.And all along its length the great river inspires stories to tease listeners into wonder, or send a shiver down their spines.
Suppose you could travel the streets in a perfect disguise and commit any crime, indulge any vice, do whatever you wanted, to anyone you wanted, unburdened by guilt or remorse, and no one would ever know it was you. What would you do? Would you ever stop? Would you still be yourself? Or can a creature without compassion, without self-restraint, without morals, still be called human at all?
An unsettling customer approaches a rare-and-collectible book shop to inquire after the availability of the Necronomicon. Yes, the Necronomicon. The fact that the book is a fictional construct does not dissuade "Mr. Smith", so Danielle initiates a search through her network of collectors, dealers, and sources. When one of those dealers actually locates a copy, Danielle's reality begins to chip around the edges - leading to a confrontation that threatens to shatter it completely.
Schloss Frankenstein is haunted by a Monster. Through countless movies and one immortal book, he has stalked its halls and hidden passages. And the Hero has always arisen to protect the Maiden from the Monster's misdirected love.