Strike the deal with your blood and out of the smokeless fire, the ghul (ghoul) will come. This essentially sounds like the beginning of a scary tale one would share around a campfire on a dark, moonless night. But it could also work as a prayer, or a curse, from a man with a broken heart. In Patrick Graham’s Ghoul, it acts as a call to the avenger one wishes would remain trapped in folklore.
If the idea of an inhuman being walking among us isn’t scary enough, imagine a world where your books have been burned, schools and universities