27 July AD 869. There was something unnatural, ungodly about the rag-draped skeleton. The weathered white frame appeared intect, if fallen in, but the skull was missing…

          20 September 1540. The eyes, dark and lovely, were alive with her ambitions and desires, burning with the dark fire which both fuelled and consumed her…

          30 April last year. His face was like parchment stretched across a skull which was no longer his own. His eyes, blue and too young for his wrinkled, gaunt visage, smiled down at those scrambling away in their panic before him…

          The immortal forces of Thule insinuate their warning passions through time, feeding the flame of mankind’s destiny. And as the shadows lengthen, the powers of darkness thrill to the fulfilment of their deadly quest. But their ritual is incomplete and they must steal the ancient talisman from those who uphold the flickering light – wherever and whoever they may be…