"Stories involving everything from mad science, to zombies, to corporate espionage, to a science-based cult lead by a madman who wished to become a god," he says, with a lilt suggesting at so much more besides.

He chuckles, pleased. "Corvids are generally hardcore, but crows and ravens are their royalty," he muses.

He may grow quiet, edging onto the cold brooding he falls into that chills to the point of burning. However, he has a package of pleasant on his shoulders and he pulls himself back. "If this world is anything like its predecessor, no doubt, we shall have more experiences to add to our stock of dark stories.."

The glow of the Lamp appears out of the mist up ahead. He strides up to it, pausing before it. "Shall we pass through?"