At the top of the Turk’s Head Building in Providence, the stars are almost right. Cultists bent on summoning the Great Old One, Yog-Sothoth need one final ritual item—a 17-year-old kid named Seamus. Seamus hasn’t had a normal life. As a boy, he read the diary of one Wilbur Whatley and its strange tale imprinted on his subconscious. The dead man’s thoughts haunt him daily. Meanwhile, unknown to Seamus, Jack Muñoz, one of his oldest friends, also hunts for him. Can he still trust his old friend or is time running out for Seamus? Is his death already written in the alien stars above? Seamus just needs a little providence to come his way.
Una tontuna para leer y olvidar. Guion flojito y dibujos meramente funcionales para contarnos una historia trilladísima de sectas cthuloideas empeñadas en el enésimo intento de invocar a nuestro plano a las fuerzas primigenias de los Mitos. El prota tiene cierto carisma, pero el hecho de que sea capaz de enfrentarse de tú a tú con el Morador de las Tinieblas armado con un garfio... en fin, es una de esas cosas que traicionan totalmente el espíritu de los relatos de Lovecraft.