Like a moth to a flame, Angus could do nothing to resist that otherworldly presence, his whole being urged him towards it.

As I trek through the jungle, sweat oozing from every pore, I come upon the most macabre relic I’ve ever seen.

Something inside Catherine’s gut screamed at her to back away, to keep the package safe until she could open it.

The night seems darker now, and much colder than it was barely a few minutes ago...

You're probably like me, sceptical of all things unexplained...

The next time you are sick, ill, weak… When your mind is foggy and your bed feels like the only place you can be; beware the Collector.