Some stories are of daffodils and butterflies. Others are of skulls and maggots. We live for the stories that make us feel the sun on our face. However, there is tale and myth that have not this quality. Stories of the dark Nephilim, locked in their granite cages, slick with the sweat of terror.Their story lies within the asbestos chalk that forms in your mind before screaming. Their story is the jump when you wake from falling. They...