Nightside -

The Collector hissed, "In this place, finders are keepers, Taylor."

"I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered. "The Nightside has finally swallowed my light." Nightside

Taylor used his gift. He closed his physical eyes and opened his inner sight. He saw a shimmering trail of golden dust leading toward the . Finding the Light The Collector hissed, "In this place, finders are

"This belongs to her," Taylor said, his voice echoing with an authority that even the Nightside respected. He saw a shimmering trail of golden dust leading toward the

"Remember," Taylor said as he walked back into the darkness. "Even in a place where it's always night, you carry your own dawn." Review – Tales from the Nightside by Simon R. Green

"Not when I'm the one doing the finding," Taylor replied. He reached out, and for a moment, the shadows themselves seemed to bow to him.

Taylor nodded, adjusted his trench coat, and led her into the Street of Gods. They passed , the Punk God of the Straight Edge, who stood guard over a doorway to a dimension made of broken glass.