The Stars Bleed at Midnight

"All of us have a path to follow, and that path begins in the heart." - Samuel McCord The world is filled with mystery and shadow. What is life? The years bring us the conceit that we grasp life. What we grasp is but illusion. Childlike we seize a fistful of seawater and say we hold the ocean. And even that slips through our grasping fingers. As the ocean holds depths, man will never see so does life. But one cursed man has seen more than most. And the enemies he has made doing so are now trying to un-make him. From the undead halls of power in colonial Washington, D.C., to the bloody plains of India, to the mystery-shrouded deserts of Egypt, Texas Ranger Captain Samuel McCord is spoken of in whispers lest he take notice of the speakers. Follow his cursed footsteps from 1826 and the death bed of President John Adams to the blood-stained hills and ravines of 1857 India. And finally to 1895 Cairo and the far deserts wastes of Egypt. Some fool has disturbed the sleep of something that sho