CHAPTER 4
The mob of Shepherd’s Crook, 1680 edition, stormed the home of the demon, sorcerer, and suspected vampyr Yulric Bile. As mobs went, it was pretty good. No elder went untorched. No young man went unpitchforked. Women wept and gnashed their teeth. John Farthing brought his new gun. John Cross had smithed some chains. Benjamin Moss broke down the door to his 100th citadel of sin, with some assistance from his son, John. Cider was drunk, hymns were sung, and a fine time was . . .
CHAPTER 4
The mob of Shepherd’s Crook, 1680 edition, stormed the home of the demon, sorcerer, and suspected vampyr Yulric Bile. As mobs went, it was pretty good. No elder went untorched. No young man went unpitchforked. Women wept and gnashed their teeth. John Farthing brought his new gun. John Cross had smithed some chains. Benjamin Moss broke down the door to his 100th citadel of sin, with some assistance from his son, John. Cider was drunk, hymns were sung, and a fine time was . . .
Happy Friday Everyone,
WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS
Naturally, ten seconds after I send my first update, I look at the website and the new cover is up. So here I am, back to say "Hey, look at the new cover!" No really, look at it. It's sooooo pretty. A huge thank you to the Inkshares art department for drawing it up. Also, thanks go out to my former workmate Sarah for the original cover: a picture of me as a sun-averse vampire from The Nightmare Before Christmas.