Law and Disorder
There is a darkness in this town. This town has been hiding. This town has been hidden from view. Hidden from memory. Few remember its whereabouts. Few remember its name. The shadows and the shapes shift in the endless darkness. Something in the deep is awakening. A lone man wanders into this place. Into the dark. Drawn to it by a light that still shines somewhere out of sight. He leads his horse into this place. With watchful eyes, he scans the darkness for signs. For movement. For anything he might use. The blackened skies open. Moonlight peers out of the thick clouds. The different faces of the moon cascade down from the heavens. In the town is awash with a pale light. The darkness is asleep no more. The shadows groan. The wanderer’s eyes drift from side to side. He readies his steel for the fight. The Moon Phases series introduces the reader to the history of this place. To the history of this town. From the beginning to the end. And everywhere in between. There is nothing but law and disorder here now. The time is the Olde West. The town is a deserted place in between the spaces of thought and reason. The dead sleep here. The living scrapes a life from the dwindling hope and strength that somehow manage to hold a candle light up to the vastness of despair. By chance, a wanderer has happened upon this place. The dead have risen. The dead are hungry. The wanderer’s steel is quick. Survival depends on luck. On chance. And a little bit of skill.