It is the Year of Our Lord, 1193. King Henry has just died and Richard Coer du Leon still battles abroad for the flag of England. This is the world of James Dunreith, who returns home to Britain from far-flung battlefields following the death of his liege-lord, Henry. It is a world of the kind of eldritch horrors that skulk in the dark corners of the medieval psyche. It is a world of moldered beings that crawl from their graves to claim the living, a world filled with the stuff of which nightmares are made.