Dusk turns deeper, colors die, Bats go singing in the sky
One and all, We may fall
Down where wicked goblins lie.
Shade draws farther, farther on, Light is fading, sun is gone
Friends, draw near, Face your fear
Perhaps there’ll never be a dawn.
Mime the barn owl ’s soundless dive
Wake your soul, your senses five
Step the mark, Trip the dark
You dance the dusk, for you ’re alive.
— Lily Velvet’s Last Waltz
This book for Changeling: The Lost includes:
- New tools and scenarios to go delving into dream, from dreamscapes to the dreaded Incubi
- Ways to tangle a twisted destiny, through Contracts and even the presence of Fate itself
- Hedge-towns and strange domains among the Thorns, and a bevy of new hobgoblins to populate them
- New entitlements, the Dusk Court, and more.
