“Over the river & through the woods to your doom you go, human. Happy Thanksgiving yourself, you sumbitch.”
“Over the river & through the woods to your doom you go, human. Happy Thanksgiving yourself, you sumbitch.”
“Over the river & through the woods to your doom you go, human. Happy Thanksgiving yourself, you sumbitch.”
When it hit the ground it was one solid piece.
Freaky 70’s sci-fi wannabe utopia with a dark underbelly of ubiquitous surveillance & a soupcon of psychoactive…
She must be a BRP character.
I think I’d read this novel.
Skaftafell ice caves, Iceland
Eighteenth-century Indian bhuj
On her way to put some vampires (back) in the dirt.
The Empress Lich is intensely interested.
Plotting a heist over espressos. (Espressi?)