From the acid-fried occult satire of Gwydion's Dawn, to the dark deception of seventeenth-century Devon in The Cleft Owl; a trip into disorientation in 3:05 am, to the vengeful malignance of Old Crotchet, each tale is as distinctly odd, and unsettling, as the seemingly innocuous guide in Agnes of Grimstone Peverell. The humour is dark, and the protagonists all too unawares of the sinister forces that lurk beneath the fragile veneer of the everyday world; shifting and malevolent, they are there to be seen, and sensed, if the characters should care to look, yet more often than not, they do not. The forces of the irrational, the supernatural and the paranormal bide their time, waiting to irrupt through the divide and come crashing into the present, with a vividness as unwelcome as it is unexpected.