In Zul-Bha-Sair all the dead belong to Mordiggian the charnel god. No one knows what the priests of Mordiggian look like behind their masks and under their robes – no one but the dead.

Edward Pickman in his studio in the early 1930s.

Edward Pickman, when his studio was not as far underground.

As a human transforms into a ghoul his memory of his human life fades. Objects that were once sentimental treasures become simply sparkly bits of distraction.

If a ghoul eats your brain it can, for a while at least, become you. It might even forget it’s a ghoul.

Ghouls just want to have fun.

I hate myself for that pun already.

Ghouls possess a sense of humor. Whether a human would appreciate the jokes would depend on how refined the human is.

Ghouls and gugs really, really don’t like each other.

A ghoul. A corpse. Chewing ensues. Pretty much a mandatory illustration for this book.