When a nineteen year old girl awakens by herself in a place she fails to recognize, she finds that all of her favorite scary stories may be very much real after all, even though it's not easy to meet them. The worst thing, she discovers that she's not really the only one who had woken up in that dreadful place that night, and this horror journey where she finds that she's been here in her past lives finally continues. Only with several catches. One being, the proxies are not like people know them. The second, to many people like her, they are practically a religion. Real friendships are made, bonds and promises are being broken, and her only twin flame is found at a place she'd the least expect. What is real and what is not? Who to trust, who not to? Will they ever find their way out? At what cost? Does this all have a meaning?

The Dreamer awakes, the shadow goes by; the tale I have told you, that tale is a lie... Portals to magical worlds, corvids that speak the meaning of life, and more await one who sits and listens to this sharing of tales between two anachronistic raconteurs, one of whom may or may not be Geoffrey Chaucer. Reader, remember this: the tales are pure fictions. Fantasies. Except when they are not.

9 promises...6 fates...3 great empires and 1 big romantic mess