Post-Mortem Advocacy
“I wouldn’t say I KNOW the deceased, exactly - I only met him after he died…”
Topic
urban fantasy
A collection of 68 issues
Dandelion Kinda Romance
Sometimes love smells like roses and chocolates. But it can also smell like fresh wildflowers and muddy boots.
Fairy Godmother Daytime Drinking
Even running a small pub in a small town, Ian had seen all sorts. But he’d never had anyone storm in sporting full evening wear at lunchtime. And them being four feet tall with glowing butterfly-esk wings was also novel.
Surrogate Dragon
What a pair they were, two very different struggles mostly cancelled out by the other’s presence.
The Crimson Lattice
Gable didn’t realise it was happening at first. He didn’t even know how long it’d been going on.
Changeling Gatecrash
Keith was forgetting something. He was sure of it. SOMETHING was on the horizon, drawing ever closer, but his calendar offered no clues…
Don't Mind The Screams, It's Just Haunted
Cloe wasn’t daft. Sure, the apartment block was old and basic, but if units were going for that price something had to be up. However, she was broke. So she went to the viewing anyway.
The Elf And The Shoe Distribution
Sometimes opposite problems look very similar, and what you have in common is knowing what it’s like to be squashed into a mould.
Mugging Analysis
You could learn a lot about a person by going through their pockets. Which wasn’t why Trevor did it, but he fancied himself a connoisseur of the human condition after over a decade in the mugging business.
When You Wish To Fly
It was the sort of thing you were vaguely aware happened, but never expected to happen to YOU. Or your child. Thank goodness she was taking it well, but…