Musebox

"I do not know what shape it may take here. It is darkness, but it is not quite the same as the Dark that was on my world. But even there, the Dark could take many forms. There were the riders, agents of the Dark in the form of men, who could take many different shapes. There were those men who had chosen to swear themselves to it. And there were creatures as well, both of magic and of the mundane world. Rooks were its eyes, and minks and polecats and milgwn its servants. All the animals that killed for no reason but the joy of killing."

Will keeps his mind and senses ready as he speaks.