“Please tell me you’ll take it, there are so few who might be strong enough, I never thought it would be so difficult to find someone.” The old man was pleading suddenly, with tears filling his eyes.

Trapped like a moth, pressed between the soft pages she had no will left, her emotions were stretched to transparency. “Yes.” Jen’s voice was a whisper, the shadows were reaching out to swamp the fire in the mirror swirling as they grew. Part of her wondered why she wasn’t afraid, the book was upstairs in her attic room, not here in her hand, she had nothing to be frightened of. The cat hissed in warning, its thin back arching.

The Angels wept the day the Artifact was broken and lost, and without its guidance they closed the gates to Paradise. Capable of judging any sentient being in the known universe, it is now hunted by the Ten and coveted in madness by those necromancers who wish to control it.

Millenia later, Jen is given an old book to repair, with the name Edwin Collieridge inscribed in the front. Before long, its influences start to pull her world apart, casting her into an ownership she never wanted, into wonders she never dreamt of and into a race to find its lost pages before the end of days can arrive.

“They used to hang criminals at crossroads.”

“Quite right.” His eyes gleamed for a moment in the fire. “Maybe I am here to warn others not to make the same mistakes I made.”

Demons and Angels. What happens if the Book used to judge souls on Judgement Day has been broken and lost? Jen receives a book from a customer and promises to look after it, not realising how many people are looking for it and that not all are sane or even human. She travels from the heights of the Halcyon place to the depths of Perdition in her efforts to find its lost pages and for a way home - any home.