So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need
She's so small, yet she contains so much evil.
We Ask the Gods for Answers and They Give Us Questions
Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.
It's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, the time when all good people go about not decapitating each other.
Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.