She has died a million times... Someone is stalking her. She knows this, knows it at the edge of her vision, where nothing really is seen, only dreamed. Her nightmares give her no peace. She turns and looks behind her. There is nothing there her eyes can see. But in the wind she can hear the wailing cry, the cry of Death. Sniffing that wind, she can smell the blood in her nostrils. There is truth in flesh, they say... and there is truth in that. But there is also substance in what cannot be seen, cannot be touched. Claws and fangs cut ceaselessly through the night, looking for her. A silent cry is heard in the dark. Someone... or something is stalking her. She remembers a kind touch and a slap in the face, and hardly anything else. Kathryn Caldwell is Afterglow, a woman of undetermined age, a strange creature wandering the dark corners of the world. Something happened to her once, something horrible, something she can never forget or put out of her mind. It is haunting her every second of her dark days, every moment of her pitiful sleep. She has become an empty shell, a pale imitation of the human being she once was. Long ago, as she measures time, she lost everything valuable in a human being, saw it fall through a crack, irreversible, never to be found again. So she is wandering the darkened streets of the modern world, aimlessly, adrift, hardly ever seen, hardly ever there. People cannot see her, but she is there, present in their daily lives, an open wound that will never close. No one is safe for Afterglow...

These are descriptions of what cannot be described. These words within deal with the current world as it is, its prevalent and extensive alienation, inequality and injustice, its ongoing destruction of both spirit and flesh, of everything making life worth living. But most of all it's about the Night, the great darkness, the dark passions ruling us all, what those in charge more than anything want to take away from us. Words have power...

There is a treasure at the end of the rainbow, or so the legend says, a place, an El Dorado, a Xanadu, a paradise, a heaven where all wishes are granted, a lush and peaceful garden people have been searching for since time immemorial. Ted and Elizabeth Warren have finally, at a terrible cost claimed their name. They leave their safe haven in the American Rockies, and they begin their tour, their Journey across the Earth. They cross the United States on a motorbike, first traveling west, stopping in Las Vegas, playing the stakes, throwing the dice, then traveling east and south, ending up in New Orleans, the City of the Dead, where they find more mystery, the mystery that is their life, find Life and find Death, find David Gidman, find Mark Stewart locked in a horrible battle of supremacy. An eccentric millionaire invites them to accompany him on a treasure hunt in the South American jungle, and they go, go into the moist and hot jungle, to old and new pyramids, hiding terrible secrets. And everything else is traveling with them, every ghost, every shadow. Old enemies and friends... or both, join them there, in the lush, green and lethal surroundings. Ghosts of the past, ghosts of the future, and it's all one. Death, tangible and true, awaits them in the pyramid of fear.

The end is the beginning. The beginning is the end... The once so great Caine Manor has become a ruin, one only fit for carrion birds and revenants. No one but daring children and crazed souls dare breach its confines. The proud and shiny Caine Manor is an outstanding example of renovated architecture at the heart of the city. Looking at the building, the house, resembling a castle, hidden in a strange, illuminated mist, squinting your eyes, it's often hard to tell what's illusion and what's real. Reality shifts and burns around the Caine Manor, either ruin or proud house, reaching out with strands of night and fire to the surrounding areas and to existence at large. It is the center, or at least one center, in an ever-shifting world. Is Chloe Webster dead or alive? Is Marion Dexter? Is Marlon Caine? Or David Fallon Somby? Are they perhaps both? Or neither? What is the world? Is it a brick, a hard, impenetrable wall or closer to something akin to mist and shadow? Existence might make sense, to us, to them, but only in glimpses, only in passing, beyond a corner somewhere ahead. They may wonder. They may die clueless. Because they don't know, don't know why terror strikes them and makes their heart beat like a sledgehammer in their chest. From a place unbound by time and space alarums of reality are reaching out to touch and ultimately engulf them all.

The world is changing. They know this, in their core of cores, where everything moves and shifts. Night and fire have followed them all the days of their lives. What they carry inside has always scared them, always intrigued them... They have always felt different, apart from the crowd. And here, now, they get the confirmation they have always wanted, always yearned for, that they are truly different, a breed apart. The metamorphosis begins. Their minds, their bodies are changing in shocking and unpredictable ways, as what's on the inside is brought to the outside. And as they themselves are changing they are also changing the world. Danger awaits them, Life awaits them, in the small, backward New England town. Magick and Mystery may be found beneath unturned stones. People, young and old, are descending on the small, insignificant town of Northfield, New England. Boys and girls, students at the school of Life, Seekers, yearning for what's different, what's hidden. They're seeking within and without, high and low. And here, in this dusty, remote place they're finding it, turning the stone, finding the strength within themselves to be themselves, to break out of confines, to the world beyond. And in time, after the initial, tentative steps, pushing down paths new and undreamed of. And the present day order sees them for what they are... Agents of Change, a threat to any establishment, any imposed reality. The heatwave, the worst in living memory, is nothing compared to the boiling within the human heart. The Indian Summer heralds the twilight of mankind.

New, emerging urban rebel guerilla groups, freedom fighters, called terrorists by enraged authorities are overwhelming Europe. What is, in truth terrorism? Who does it to whom? How much can a human being take of bondage, injustice, degradation and destruction of spirit... before being fed up? Present day society is a wound not closing. In a modern world society destroying everything making life worth living there are those, who, through coincidence and fate, have decided not to take it anymore. And as they are making that decision, together and as individuals, they are also starting on a journey, a journey back to humanity's roots. Judith, Sivert, Kim, Willhelm, Anya and many more. A handful of people against an entire world. This is their story...

Ted and Elizabeth Warren are finally claiming their name. In the crowded city of London, in the wilderness of the American Rocky Mountains they come of Age, learning more of what and who they are. Ted and Tilla settle in London, with many of their old friends. Their eyes are open, wide open. They see the world. They see it in every street, every house, see it for what it is, not the fairy tale they have been told, told from birth it is. And the world sees them. It reaches for them with its machinery and its dull claws. The past will not let them go, and neither will the future. Elizabeth is growing up. She sees the falseness of it all, the reality behind the facade, the illusion. She is looking, looking for the truth of the world and also for the truth behind the mystery that is her life. And she finds it, finds the first sparks, the first exploding sparks. She is Changing, changing into something Other. Her body is changing, but most of all she is changing inside... into what she has always been. The Janus Clan has been dormant for decades, but now it is once again, finally, asserting itself in the world, and they... and the world will never be the same.

Civilization needs slaves, needs cogs in the machine, a braindead population in a world filled with shame, for the machinery to keep working. Everybody is defenseless in a certain sense in present day society, bred to be servants, to be victims, to be slaves. A group of youths was kidnapped, broken and brainwashed to fit the needs of the Cabal of people calling themselves Abraxas Omega, a clandestine organization working behind the throne, the seats of power on present day Earth. On the passenger liner M/S Aphrodite, a playground for the rich and powerful. The streets and houses of London. In the American desert. In the highest political and executive offices around the world. A ghost is hunting the slavers, a specter from the past thought long dead, slowly gaining substance, gaining life. In the city of London the spark is struck, the Burning begins, one that in time will engulf everything, from the deepest sewer to the highest tower. Ted Warren is born in that seething cauldron.

This is said to be the age of enlightenment and reason... A culmination of thousands of years' development and illumination. The hunters are dying off, they say. Their day is done, in favor of the new, enlightened time of neon lights, technology and civilization. But a hunter is stalking the streets of London, a creature without form, eyes and skin. In a city on the brink of chaos, of social and economic collapse, it is stalking cops, killing them in ever more horrible ways. Sheila Watts is a hunter. She's a cop. Sheila is lost, losing herself further by the second. She's losing herself, finding herself, as she's closing in on the creature of the night, as it is closing in on her. Sheila Watts can taste the sweet blood in her mouth...

Venture into existence with Amos Keppler, into the rainbow, of red and green, shadow and pitch black. Experience Life through ShadowWalker's many senses. That's all, folks. Contains eight collections of poems, all 291 written from November 1989 to august 2003. The Green Rose 1989 - 1993 Cry of the Jester 1993 Poems of the Hot Wind 1994 to 1996 Travels And Revels, Life and Magick, Tales from Hell and Beyond - Aleister Crowley 1995 - 1996 The Infinity Cycle 1995 - 1998 Chronicles of Our Dreams 1998 - 2001 Diary of a Traveling Man 2002 TheBeautifulExcitingWorldinPieces January to August 2003 Also included are author's remarks and background material.

In boca al loco - in the mouth of the wolf. Italian salutation From The Book of Fate: In the Book of Fate there is everything. Every incident, all times, everything that has been, that is, that will ever be, everything that might be, everything that could have been. But who is writing it? Who is penning it? Who is turning page by page, too many to be counted, blowing in the wind? Does it perhaps write itself, with a pen moving across the yellow sheets? Or is it a hand moving the pen, one unseen, one stretching back into the past, back to the time before everything was created, creating itself from nothing? Timothy Joyce is an enigma, a man without a past, appearing from nowhere, to go on a rampage in an astonished world. Jeremy Zahn is hunting Timothy Joyce. It seems like he has always been hunting him, from old London, from the island of angels, where it is said they met for the first time, to the city of angels, California, the new world. Here, on this shaky ground, following confrontations spanning the globe, its time and space the two will fight for the last time. And the world is watching, its people shivering in their frozen hearts.