TALES OF LOST GODS AND FRAGILE TRANSFORMATIONS



Does that light have to be so bright? Yeah. Yeah. For the cameras… I get it. No I don’t need a lawyer. I’m just sorry you guys couldn’t wait until I get out of the hospital.

 

...just because I am wearing a bomb to a town council meeting it does not mean I’m some kind of a lunatic.

 

…it began as it would end, with an abrupt transfiguration and a sound like the fluttering of wings…


It wasn't until after they got settled in that someone found the hatch set into the stone floor of the cabin; a wooden door with a black metal ring in the center that was cold to the touch...

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