Imagine: Do you feel safe and secure?
Your nightlight is on as you start reading. Yes, you are reading Drasmyr. Your window is open and the cold moonlight splashes inside your room. A crisp autumn wind tickles the nape of your neck. And in the distance outside, you hear a dog howling. You imagine it is a wolf or some other evil as you sink into the story.
The odor of a rotting, ruined castle assaults your senses. The damp, moss-covered stone is slick to the touch. The dreadful dark, like a sinister spirit itself, holds you tight. You can scarcely breathe in its grasp. Somewhere in here there is an enemy you dread, a spirit of myth and magic you are too afraid to name. You caught sight of him earlier, you think, in one of the castle windows, but you can't be sure. It lasted only a moment; the briefest glimpse that could have just been a trick of perception: a pallid face that vanished in an instant. Did he see you, too? You pray he didn't. You have to find the castle gatehouse and get out of this place. It was this way, wasn't it? You should have never come here. You're running out of time. Vampires aren't known for being merciful. You could lose more than your life in here. You could lose your very soul.
Buy Drasmyr now. You won't regret it.
