Of Lovers, Loners & Those Born To Die

The roses of Grindell were sweet, sweetest that there ever was. They embraced the palace walls like trees in a forest, lying languidly upon the open stone hallways, wrapping themselves on the balconies and sneaking shyly in to perfume the bed chambers. It was there that the Lord and Lady Solomon dwelled, wasting eternities among the flowers and in each other's arms. But something was wrong, the Lord felt it in his guts and the Lady heard it from the changing wind. He left her side to find it, the uncertain malice that was stranger than he had forseen.

'Tis a tale of love and adventure, but also a tale of gruesome depictions of the creatures of folklore and graphic images that's not always for the faint-hearted. 'Tis a tale, a tale of Lovers, Loners and Those Born To Die.