Welcome the Book of Souls is Brought to you by fellow devotees of the
dark lands of Ravenloft, this netbook is a gift to all who find themselves
drawn into the Demiplane of Dread.
In his poem The Wastelands, T.S. Eliot said, I will show you fear in a
handful of dust. He was right, of course. Something as simple as a handful
of dust can hold fear and horror. Dust is the poison slipped into the wine
of a politicians rival. Dust is the ashes of the woman who immolates herself
when her lover turns to an other. Dust is the remains of the vampire
scattering on the winds. Dust is that which drifts from the cerements of the
dead. Dust is soil without life promising famine.
The worlds of Ravenloft are our handfuls of dust. Ever since the first handful
the Kargat brought, we came and added our own dust. An island of dust, a
continent, a world, two worlds built of the dusts that bear fear and horror. As
the Demiplane of Dread and the Gothic Earth grow, we add more and more
to our wasteland of dust.
This is our handful of dust. Let us show you fear within it.