The sun is is the sky. The green fields seem to roll on forever, dotted with flowers. The only sounds are a delicate cooling breeze and the gentle hum of insects. The blanket is covered with sandwiches, strawberries and wine.
What could possibly be better than a picnic? Well, in these pages, almost anything.
Because these picnics are quite unlike any you've seen before. These are feasts of darkness, served from the shadows of the human mind. Perhaps there is something malignant lurking in the grass, or descending downwards from the azure heavens. Perhaps that hum of insects isn't quite so gentle. And perhaps... perhaps that food and drink isn't quite what it appears to be.
Come along with us. After all, it's a nice day for a picnic...