Happy Hoard, Happy Life
It always snowed on the mountain. Always. Until one day it didn’t…
It always snowed on the mountain. Always. Until one day it didn’t…
The meteorite painted the night sky a dazzling violet, shining like a gift from the heavens. But what it carried was death incarnate.
As I unseal the double doors I’m hit with a dissonant wash of cheap bleach and expensive cologne. Great. There goes any hope of getting off work early today…
Hanna is tired of being nagged about getting a boyfriend, so decided to use her skills to concoct a front. What could go wrong…
When Laura had answered the volunteer call, she’d told them she could host a SMALL dragon. Turns out their definition of “small” differed from hers… but she was glad of the company.