"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. Nightside
The Collector hissed, "In this place, finders are keepers, Taylor." "Remember," Taylor said as he walked back into the darkness
"This belongs to her," Taylor said, his voice echoing with an authority that even the Nightside respected. They passed , the Punk God of the
"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.