Whispering in the Night

Steam hums and bells chime. The curse deep in the bloodline silently recurred, and twisted monsters roamed the deserted streets. The commoner mother covered her crying baby with her hands, while her husband held the poker and tremblingly guarded the door. The church locked its doors like a fortress. Knights and hunters roared charging at death and strangeness. The thirteenth bell rang, and above the city shrouded in darkness, an indescribable existence made a strange murmur. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.