The dread blades of the Hobo Assassin Fellowship, each forged from a spike from the rail its owner rode when they…
The dread blades of the Hobo Assassin Fellowship, each forged from a spike from the rail its owner rode when they…
The dread blades of the Hobo Assassin Fellowship, each forged from a spike from the rail its owner rode when they…
The Postman was followed soon after by an entire cadre of Library Women.
“Ehm … Bill?”
Replacement fighter on his way to the dungeon to take over for the guy who got nailed by the pendulum scythe trap
Pulp hero Anna May Wong as photographed by Carl Van Vechten, April 20, 1932
The living army wasn’t about to follow her orders, but all it took was separating the king’s head from his shoulders…
We had thought the chemical spill was the big problem. Until we saw what it killed had floated up from the bottom.
Some spell books are better protected from nosy parkers than others.
Chronoconjuration grimoire.
“Where the hell are we?”