Skeins of Fate: EarthBreaker: Verse 1 (Skeins of Fate: Nocturne of Blood)

In the waning nights of the twentieth century, mankind is not alone. Thriving in the rot of corporate empires are the nachtenvolk, the shadow tribes.

“For thousands of years mankind has thought himself alone on Earth. He is wrong.”

Since the end of World War Two, Vampires, werefolk and beings far stranger have maintained a barely tenable pact, keeping peace amongst themselves while staying out of human affairs.

“Mankind has thought himself alone in the galaxy. He is wrong.”

An intellect cold and fierce stalks the shadows, consuming the very future of this planet, shrouding itself in the ashes of conflict and secrecy that blankets our world.

“Only by all tribes banding together as one is there the faintest glimmer of hope. But old hatreds burn bright, and the darkness in every heart is seductive.”

As Chicago erupts in a conflagration of civil war, Vincent DiSipria, the Bandit Prince of Wallachia and Dracula’s own chosen heir, makes his way to California. There lies hope of solace and a new start. But nothing is as it seems. Ancient wounds remain fresh; reunions are twisted; and the sanctuary he seeks for himself and his fellow vampires may end up destroying them all… and break the very Earth itself.

“This cycle of love and loss has played out many times. Each turn of the wheel has brought us nothing but pain and blood.

Win or lose, thrive or perish, in this age Destiny spins her last skein, for the Dragon is nearly finished with his catastrophic work.

Damn the angry Gods. Damn the barren Fates. Hand in hand, we walk through the fire, and let the fire be burned.”