“You know,” I said, as we studied the crypt, “this is really nice.”
“This is vile,” I growled, pacing the streets. “It’s late September, and it still feels like July.”
Yeah, it’s time for that talk. You see, when an eldritch horror and an overly curious human love each other very very much…
I leaned over as Jack and I sat at the red light, and checked the box in her lap. “How are those files going?”
“Is her presence necessary?”
“Friends,” said Alfred, in the tone that most people reserve for people on the opposite side of the political spectrum.