It is October 1928. London: the capital of an empire that covers a quarter of the globe and contains a quarter of the human race. The population busies itself with it’s concerns of politics and government, finance and production, work and recreation. But how fragile things are. What ignorance there is. For there are those who are engaged in quite different pursuits. Those who would see an inhuman power come to Earth that would make such activity seem merely a last dance before dying.

Tatters of the King