Overture Downs something wicked this way comes

to rein in an impulse - she had to bite her tongue. when her lips parted, instead of the vile giggle she desired, words came, blood pouring off of them.

companion? said the madwoman with a pitiful whine, brows drawing together and arching toward the center of the forehead.

darkling paw took its step.

the other rose to follow.

is svart søster such bad sight? puppylike blink.