They entered a club where the music was made of captured screams and the drinks were bottled emotions. In a corner sat a Collector, a creature with too many fingers and eyes like dying stars. He held a small, glowing jar.
"I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered. "The Nightside has finally swallowed my light." Nightside
Taylor used his gift. He closed his physical eyes and opened his inner sight. He saw a shimmering trail of golden dust leading toward the . Finding the Light They entered a club where the music was
"Not when I'm the one doing the finding," Taylor replied. He reached out, and for a moment, the shadows themselves seemed to bow to him. " Taylor replied. He reached out