Urban Magical Survey Corps
“I don’t understand.” Edna declared, in that managerial tone which seemed to expect reality to politely conform to the project plan.
“I don’t understand.” Edna declared, in that managerial tone which seemed to expect reality to politely conform to the project plan.
Some people assumed that because the Eldritch Botany Club advertised itself as a “fun and friendly group”, you needn’t arrive precisely at the listed four o’clock. Nobody made that mistake twice.
One-point six faces glared reproachfully from the dark corners of his improvised bunker. Twelve faces wept behind them. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”
The carriage driver clicked to the horses, who took off with what, had the humans been paying more attention, might’ve seemed unusual eagerness to leave the warm and safe inn…
Once upon a time, when the trains still stopped at Puddleton and the town prospered, the Puddleton Green was indeed green, and the site of many a festival or visiting attraction. But since then…