[Dual POV + Two Male Leads + Equally Matched + Lovecraftian Elements + Mystery]
The Watchers’ Tale: As you gaze into the abyss, rusty gears are already turning along your spine
When the steam engine released its first plume of black smoke, a corpse beneath London Bridge opened its third eye.
The prosthetic limb of mechanic Edward Victor contains a brass gear that weeps, while the tentacle tattoo beneath detective Adrian Moore’s collarbone seeps blood beneath the full moon. They both thought they were hunting monsters, until the mirror revealed gray mist writhing inside their own eyes.
The “Eye of Cruse” is no blessing. It is the egg-laying organ through which He parasitizes civilization.
To gaze upon it is to go mad; to forget is to be reborn. Every glimpse of the unspeakable through a rift in spacetime helps Him hatch a new vessel.
As Victorian rivets and modern ballistic trajectories overlap across time and space, the monster that truly needs to be sealed away is breaking free from the other side of your and my retinas.
