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Chapter 1
/ dreamt of blood upon the shore, of eyes that spoke of
sin.
The lake was smooth and deep and black as was her
scented skin.
June 18,1993
New Orleans
Dawn was barely perceptible, bleeding a diffused
golden pink into the night sky. It was a tremulous
light that merged, mistlike, with the darkness.
Out in the bayous on the edge of town, there were
one or two old men that, had they been awake
and watching, could have accurately predicted an
unusually hot, unusually humid summer's day.
But they were not awake and neither was Gabriel
Knight. He was sprawled naked under a thin
sheet that badly needed washing, and into his
sleeping mind something crept. Its invasion was
not nearly as shy as the dawn's.
A dream. The dream. Unfortunately, Gabriel's
unconscious mind did not recognize that it was
the dream and was therefore as vulnerable as a
child squatting in the middle of the road. If only
he were able to anticipate, he'd often thought
upon waking, if his sleeping self could only recog-
nize the tang of it coming, he might be able to
steel himself. Dread wears thin, images lose their
power. He writes horror. He knows this. But no
matter what his conscious mind did to prepare,
the images hit him square in the face as though he
had never seen them before, nor even imagined
their existence. This being the case the dream
always wasтАФthat bad.
He moans. He pushes down the sheet that
covers him, as though trying to push away his
sleep, but there is no one lying beside him to see
his distress, no one there to waken him, not on
this particular morning, and so it goes on.
He sees a gathering in the distance and ap-
proaches it, curious. A group of people are clus-
tered togetherтАФmen, women. There's a bonfire. It
isn't until he draws near that he notices some-
thing odd about the people. Their clothes. They're
wearing old-fashioned clothes.
Then his eyes fix upon a single man. He is not
part of the crowd. He stands to one side, but that's