“Are you sure? He’s going to get better?” Andy says leaning on his new cane. “Yes, the poison from the Consolida, or Larkspur, was the cause for all of the hubbub.” The doctor says, his hands on his hips and cocked head show a little too much relief. Jacob doesn’t let up, “what about the … Continue reading Bad Nurse
Hideout The cabin’s roof has fallen, the debris still smokes in places. A pack of terribly disfigured humans sniff around the rubble, searching for survivors. Behind them, holding tight to their leashes, stands a red leather clad demon with almond eyes lined in white pencil. Gloria Gillory breathes in deeply, savoring the smell of destruction. … Continue reading Leather, Brothers and Books.
Today was a dull day. I had oat mill again, I’m almost out so I need to go to the shops this weekend. I just went two days ago, it was on my list but I didn’t think it was economical since I still had half a tin, but live and learn. Sometimes I think … Continue reading Journal Entry: Dr. F
Hello friends, Jacob here waiting for my first of many connection flights. I am headed to Australia to collect our wayward author. On Monday, as the staff and I prepared to go looking for Solace, I received a call from a man who said he was from the Australian government. He told me a man … Continue reading A bit of news: from Jacob