ARE YOU ONE OF THE INVITED?
Various mentions of a Night Bazaar appear throughout history in obscure and controversial works from around the world. A forbidden market which opens at midnight, closes before sunrise, and appears for one week . . . but never in the same venue each night, and never again in the same city.
There's just one catch: To f ind it, you must be Invited.
Tonight the Bazaar opens in a parking garage somewhere in Manhattan. A huge subterranean market fair of antique costumes, alchemical treatments, magical dentistry, palmistry, Tarot and tea leaf-reading, and water-, glass-, and crystalgazing, oddities and objets d'art, medical curiosities and strange instruments, erotic favors, time travel, and body alterations. The narrow aisles throng with jongleurs, freaks, charlatans, mountebanks, faeries, prostitutes, and acrobats. The scents of opium,
perfume, tobacco, grease paint, incense, plastic explosive, alcohol, and sex permeate the air. But each object or service comes with a gift, a curse, or a haunting.
The Bazaar sells that which cannot be had elsewhere. Everything you've read about but thought had passed away, or never existed at all. These haunting tales, each with a different take by a different writer, will show you how wrong you were!
Ah! It seems you've already spotted something you desire. But don't head off that way, not just yet. You have all night . . . but not a moment more.
