The sinister looking book was bound in the hide of some unknown creature, it's pages like wrinkled old skin, it's ink like dried blood.    Brushing her fingers across it's cool surface, a chill went down her spine.  After the terrifying revelations of the last book, Jenny hesitated before looking within.  The slim woman shuddered, the images seared into her consciousness, the sight of Hastur and her minions, mounting and ravishing her... And the look on her face, a mixture of abject terror and sublime rapture...  Steeling her resolve, she flipped the book open and began to read...<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>I'm having Jenny read the book.  After that, I'll have her head to the Graveyard to close the gate there.  Thanks!