A preface
Hunger is inescapable truth. It is known to I as it is known to all of us. Survival is predation and as such life itself is predicated upon flesh gorging upon flesh. Some eat the flesh of the fruits and the grass. Albeit weak and unfulfilling, their satiation is still only possible with consumption. Life is hunger.
And so is death.
There are many who look askance at us ghouls and our living kindred. They believe us to be monsters depraved beyond all reason. They do not understand our honesty. We are given to the Hunger in death as we were in our living days. It is insatiable and overpoweringÂ… as it is in all creatures! Our bodies perfected by undeath no longer can deny or rationale away the stark naked need written broad upon all flesh. Many will say our dietary preference is unsanitary as it is ghastly. Pun intended.
This book is not dedicated to such people. They have not partaken from our feast and do not sit at our table. They cannot understand the allure and sensual pleasure of the meat. They devour 'lower' beasts, congratulating themselves of their moral superiority to us poor wretches. Let the pigs have their slop, I say.
We are enlightened. We are gourmets.
There is nothing wrong in the epicurean indulgence in the finest meals available. We do not promote murder for that is savage as it is uncivilized and crass. No, there is plenty for us to satisfy our passion for gristle and marrow in the vast cosmopolitan and treacherous landscape of this Sigil.
This city is a feast for crows. Praise it and lift your glass in its honor.
Long live the Lady.
Your servant and friend,
Anhur 'Teeths' Nezzar
A Gourmet's Guide To Sigil
