No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at — Robert Dunbar, Vortex
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No one dreamed them up. No one needed to. The vampire clawing at the window, the werewolf prowling the moor, the hags at the crossroads – they lurked here already. Some nightmares are ancient, as old as civilization. Some are older still.

— Robert Dunbar, Vortex
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