Eleanor had fallen asleep in the twentieth-century Wilshire - and had awoken 800 years in the past, on a a Candlemas morning in medieval England. But this England, this Albion, was not the one she remembered from her history books. The King had a different name, the Crusades had never happened, but, worse of all, this England was swathed in perpetual twilight as the forces of Light retreated before the gathering Dark. And it seemed that Eleanor had been choisen as Albion's saviour.Cover art by Carl Lundgren.