"Not when I'm the one doing the finding," Taylor replied. He reached out, and for a moment, the shadows themselves seemed to bow to him.

They entered a club where the music was made of captured screams and the drinks were bottled emotions. In a corner sat a Collector, a creature with too many fingers and eyes like dying stars. He held a small, glowing jar.

"Remember," Taylor said as he walked back into the darkness. "Even in a place where it's always night, you carry your own dawn." Review – Tales from the Nightside by Simon R. Green

Taylor nodded, adjusted his trench coat, and led her into the Street of Gods. They passed , the Punk God of the Straight Edge, who stood guard over a doorway to a dimension made of broken glass.

Taylor used his gift. He closed his physical eyes and opened his inner sight. He saw a shimmering trail of golden dust leading toward the . Finding the Light

If you find yourself lost in its neon-drenched alleys, look for . He’s a private investigator with a "Private Eye"—a gift that allows him to see through any glamour and find anything that is hidden. The Case of the Missing Memory

"This belongs to her," Taylor said, his voice echoing with an authority that even the Nightside respected.

One night, a woman named Elara approached Taylor in his low-rent office. She didn't lose her keys or a briefcase; she had lost her "Sense of Wonder." In the Nightside, such abstract things can be stolen and sold to the highest bidder on the Black Market.