You will die a worse death if you do not leave my domain,” a voice thundered down from the third story of the old tenement. “I am a servant of the Sacred Fire, the wielder of the flame of Arnor—” “So I should call you Gandalf?
Karen ChanceI thought there was a good chance the fridge was possessed. It was subtle about it, but I had its number. I knew its ways. Oh yes.
Karen ChanceFresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
Karen Chance