Stormbound on Gull Rock, where the light, the logbook, and the days between belong to you.

A storm-bound island, a failing light, and the trust it takes to ask why.

A hunter and a vampire shook hands. Neither of them has stopped regretting it.

Eleven years of other people's secrets. Tonight, one of them is hers.

He left it to 'the volunteers'. The council would like to know who that is.

The 21:40 has never once been late. Tonight it simply isn't coming.