What if some of the people who do those crap jobs in Las Vegas are actually angels ... or demons ... or something in between?
The maid. The blackjack dealer. Like anybody stuck in a dead-end job, they're bitter, short-tempered and sick of your shit.
They read our trash like an oracle reads the entrails of a crow: discarded plastic cocktail cups, used condoms, soiled sheets,... [click here for more]
Airin thought two smoke beasts would be the most danger he would ever face, when Eright calls on him to join his quest to purge the world of darkness. Can a simple trapper save his world?
A novella set in an alien universe. Some illustrations.
Warning! I purposely used no quotation marks in this novella. It was a wierd style choice I admit but it felt right to me for this story. Why? I had the... [click here for more]