- Charming gentlemen with the manners of a prior age. Savage killing machines who surge screaming from hidden vaults. Cute little girls frozen forever in slender bodies. Long-buried loved ones who scratch at the door, begging to be let in. Nowhere is safe, not mist-shrouded Transylvania or the Italian Riviera or even a sleepy town in Maine. This is a hidden world, an eternal world, where nothing is forbidden--as long as you're willing to pay the price.
blood red streaks on velvet throats by night
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ghosts in the ancient stone
Basically, this morning was nothing but the highest quality kitten cuddles, as Duncan and Molly were being unbelievably cute.…
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A draft, a veritable draft. 3300 words today to finish off my untitled Shirley Jackson inspired SF story, which was supposed to be 7000 words and is…
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i was the victim of a series of accidents. as are we all.
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Basically, this morning was nothing but the highest quality kitten cuddles, as Duncan and Molly were being unbelievably cute.…
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A draft, a veritable draft. 3300 words today to finish off my untitled Shirley Jackson inspired SF story, which was supposed to be 7000 words and is…
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i was the victim of a series of accidents. as are we all.
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