Walking to class in the morning, I was passing the Romance Languages House, and saw the bird. It was lying in the grass in the
I certainly never meant for this to happen. I’ve been the target of dark forces and cults since I was sixteen years old. I did
These words may well be the last embers of a dying mind, a dying world. I ask that you read them, and heed their warning.
I’m not a hero. I’m not a good person. I’m working for Excellus because he and his people saved me, and I have a debt
It’s not supposed to be like this. I’m a showman at heart, and since the day I stepped from the dark enchanted forest of Bohmerian,
Tell me when this is over, he said, turning over in bed. He had no frame of reference for this, no way to understand it.