Full Moon Rising The world is in shadow. To one side stretches the forest, to the other the city. Your claws are stained with blood. Your senses whisper of prey that runs before you, and of predators who stalk even the likes of you. You hear the howls of your brothers and sisters. Luna rises. Your blood boils. It is time to hunt. Wolves at the Door Werewolf: The Forsaken the game... [click here for more]
On the hunt, your blood races. When something hunts you, it runs cold. Your blood carries the future of Uratha and the burning fire of kuruth. It’s powerful, but ultimately transient.
You know things in your bones. They change with your forms but stay strong. The power of your teeth and claws comes from your bone. It runs deeper than blood, a slow power that doesn’t fade.
So you hunt. It’s... [click here for more]
"If you ain't just a little scared when you enter a casino, you are either very rich or you haven't studied the games enough." — Terrence "VP Pappy" Murphy There are things in this world that come from somewhere else. Hungry things. They scrabble in the dark places, reaching out to draw in prey. Sometimes it's human prey. Sometimes it's the People. One of those things is reaching out even... [click here for more]
They hunted the moors and forests in the days before Caesar came, and they prowl the towns and cities even now.
For millennia, supernatural creatures have walked these islands.
From the Scottish Highlands to the London streets, danger waits for the unwary.
Note: The Black & White print editions of this book are not full-bleed. Because of printing requirements there is a small... [click here for more]