“When the Masters bought London, the Hurlers weren’t part of the deal. That’s why the Hurlers are here. If they are.”
It is now possible to lay tracks towards the Hurlers, the latest development in the formation of the Great Hellbound Railway Company.
The Hurlers are giant stones, scattered on an unforgiving landscape. This frozen territory hides secrets forbidden by the stars themselves. No one lives at the Hurlers. Certainly no secretive group dedicated to studying such secrets, and absolutely no goat-demons.
Those who walk into the frozen wastes do not return. Not as they were before. Not alone. Do you dare to travel into the icy unknown?