"I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered. "The Nightside has finally swallowed my light."
They entered a club where the music was made of captured screams and the drinks were bottled emotions. In a corner sat a Collector, a creature with too many fingers and eyes like dying stars. He held a small, glowing jar. Nightside
"Not when I'm the one doing the finding," Taylor replied. He reached out, and for a moment, the shadows themselves seemed to bow to him. "I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered
