Count Karl Ulezelski the 3rd is about to confront the hells that await him in: The Tale of Ulezelski and the Unicorn, a disturbing re-telling of Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol devoured by Shakespeare's cruel and sadistic side. A true tragedy and dark fantasy of supremely epic proportions. Upon returning to his kingdom, Karl discovers a mythical creature wandering his green pastures. His people have been condemned to hell by this beast and are now under command of the nameless one. This means little to a man who has lived his life without compassion, but now a shadowy demon has crept away from his face and stolen his only son. He resides just on the other side of an eerie wall of fog, a supernatural grey abyss of nothingness that appeared out of thin air. To uncover the truths he's muddled in quite well with the lies he must tempt fate and cross the line. To survive he must navigate his way through its blinding depths of uncertainty and a dismal dream had by the nameless one. The answers he seeks lie somewhere over the rainbow.What he uncovers is the world after midnight, the hour built upon fright. This fantasy of pixie dust and forgotten dreams is no fairytale though and he has not entered the playful land of OZ. It's fueled by hate and greed, lust and want for the neighbor's wife. It's full of dark hallucinations, burlesque performers and brutish horned men and their Victorian lady like counter parts. These mistresses of the night crack a golden whip with a set of crazy indecent eyes and curvy hips swaying under a pale blue misguiding light of pure evil. He only has one thing obviously on his mind, but hopefully he has the courage to look away from their dreamy desires not meant for him until death do us part.