Winter has come, and with it, frozen winds and endless snow drifts. For lesbisnakes–half snake, half lesbian–this is a time to retreat to the den, work on projects, and support each other, so all can emerge ready to chase their dreams in the spring. Continue reading →
An equinox approaches; the time when fey magic is at its strongest. A time of change among the courts, a time of turmoil and revolt. And with turmoil, with revolt, comes… violence. Continue reading →
STORIES FROM THE GRAVE, issue #118. “THE DEADLIEST GAME/THE MOTHWOMAN PROPHECIES.” Prepare yourselves, mortals, for another BONE-CHILLING PAIR of horror stories, hosted by the devilish dame herself, the GRAVE HAG! What terrors await when you LARP a LARP that should never be LARPed? What fresh hell awaits the logging executive with a taste for blood? LISTEN AND FIND OUT! Continue reading →
Missing students. GoFundMe’s being scrubbed off the web. A bloody, panicked victim shambling through the student union. Sounds like something is afoot. Something… not human. Continue reading →
Something sinister lurks in Greenside Towers. Something beyond time and space, something pure and angry and chaotic. Something otherworldly. Thankfully, our world is protected by an elite squad of warrior-poets, armed with deadly weapons and a keen understanding of dream magic. We just have to pray they aren’t exposed to their true weakness… catnip. Continue reading →
Rivercrest is a fine town, an upstanding community, a shining example of goodhearted followers of the King of Life acting in His best interests to build a better future. … Or so you’d think from the outside. Continue reading →
Randy Thompkins can’t sleep. He’s gotta be awake for his paper route. He’s gotta be awake to scout the area in case Huck Crawford comes looking to bully him. He’s got to be awake in order to find his way out of the Mad City. He’s got to be awake. He’s got to STAY awake. Continue reading →
“After all those podcasts I recorded about terrible things happening at GenCon, I cannot wait for the weekend to go off without a hitch.” Continue reading →
Manny Trota is dead. Car crash on 41st street, right in front of the Herald Tribune office. To most people, this is nothing. To Vivian Sinclair, this is the story of the century…
Continue reading →Imagine learning that everything you ever knew–the very world you live in–was a lie. That you are driven not by the laws you thought you understood, but instead by Supernal forces that could be bent to your will. Now imagine you had no one there to guide you through this. Ainsley is having a bad day. Continue reading →