Mr. B Dalkovan was a peculiar man, to say the least. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, had seen more than his fair share of the world's st...

Mr. B Dalkovan was a peculiar man, to say the least. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, had seen more than his fair share of the world's strangeness. His beard, a wild tangle of silver and black, was the stuff of local legend, often compared to the mane of a mythical beast. He lived alone in a small, ...