Nightside

Taylor used his gift. He closed his physical eyes and opened his inner sight. He saw a shimmering trail of golden dust leading toward the . Finding the Light

"I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered. "The Nightside has finally swallowed my light." Nightside

They entered a club where the music was made of captured screams and the drinks were bottled emotions. In a corner sat a Collector, a creature with too many fingers and eyes like dying stars. He held a small, glowing jar. Taylor used his gift