An Enticing Unwitting Violet Doom
The meteorite painted the night sky a dazzling violet, shining like a gift from the heavens. But what it carried was death incarnate.
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.
It was a sorrowful sight indeed, the once proud and noble dragon Walpurg chained to the stone pillars of the Roost he had called home for so long…