Out Fishing For Urban Sharks

I slither from my burrow and taste the air. Ah, perfect hunting weather. But first, I should put my Guise on. What kind of predators do I want to eat today?

The Vault Of Arcane Neglect

The air of the basement was dank and sour, undercut with the fizz of forbidden magics. The unhallowed graveyard of the Arcane Citadel’s guilty secrets.

Being My Shadow's Shadow

Some days I think I’ve gotten used to being the shadow. Some days I feel it might be better this way. Other days I desperately long to scream.

A Beginning And An Ending

I shouldn’t have read the letter. Should’ve waited for AFTER the family get-together, when it’d be safe to fall apart.

April Vampires!

Immortality is great and all, but being twenty-six forever gets old - for the people around you, if nothing else.