Cards and boards, he thought. And the dead. Th…

Cards and boards, he thought. And the dead. That’s not dark forces. Making a fuss about cards and heavy metal and going on about Dungeons and Dragons stuff because it’s got demon gods in it  is like guarding the door when it is really coming up through the floorboards. Real dark forces…aren’t dark. They’re sort of grey, like Mr. Grimm. They take all of the colour out of life; they take a town like Blackbury and turn it into frightened streets and plastic signs and Bright New Futures and towers where no one wants to live and no one really *does* live. The dead seem more alive than us. And everyone becomes grey and turns into numbers and then, somewhere, someone starts to do arithmetic…
The Demon God Yoth-Ziggurat may want to chop your soul up into little pieces, but at least he doesn’t tell you that you haven’t got one.