The Songs of the Eyeless are a work in progress. Don't hold your breath though, because they have been in-progress for 20 years already.

South of Newfoundland and East of Nova Scotia there is a small island made mostly of sand. When Europeans were first finding their way across the Atlantic, fishermen led the way and many were lost in the storms of the North Atlantic. Some of the survivors - only a few - were washed ashore on Sable Island. Year after year, sailors would make homes from the wrack and ruin of their ships, washed ashore on the island. Sometimes they would be rescued and sometimes not and in time a large, fluid community of the lost grew up in those flotsam shacks.

There is always a Sable Island. Even when the rats are gone, humans remain to be washed ashore somewhere, no matter how desolate, remote or hopeless.