The world is not as it seems. Though humanity believes it has transcended its old instincts and older fears with the light of science, that light cannot illuminate every shadow... nor drive away that which lurks beyond.  What does a man do when his nightmares spring forth from his sleep to begin invading his days? What does a commoner do when his way of life is being threatened by those with powers unnatural? What can a parent hope to accomplish when their child's very soul is at stake? When the woods turn cold and the nights grow long, when the fires fade and the shadows claw, what can any man do? Well... that is when one calls upon the wise man. For the wise man ever chooses to walk the old ways, and he alone still remembers how such fears are banished back where they rightfully belong - with fire and sword and blood and curse. And those he brings, zealously and ruthlessly, upon any who would threaten the peace that man has built. For he is the solomonar, and this saga is of him.