Tales of The Dark Gods
The dream had been startling - and he lay in his bed for several minutes while his sense of reality
returned and the single Blackbird song that filtered through the window of his cottage became part of
the late April Dawn Chorus.
He had dreamt he was standing among a circle of old Yew trees in some graveyard while beside him
the dark-haired woman he had just kissed was transformed: into some-thing. She was still
transforming as he awoke, his duvet on the floor, his bedsheets dishevelled, his nightshirt wet from
sweat. She was beautiful - this young yet middle-aged woman of indeterminate age whose red lips,
whose curvaceous buxom body, whose green eyes, had enticed him as he stood, waiting; waiting, for
something he felt he knew yet did not quite know; something exciting, vivifying and yet also strange
and, perhaps, terrifying: some Being to take form and venture forth again to Earth, released from
alternate dimensions and the alternate time which had enclosed it - and her - kin.