Gentle reader, that Satyrine is a city of marvels is a notion so banal as to be cliché. Every street corner holds some new wonder, every alleyway disgorges today’s tentacular horror. It’s all enough to make your average Far Towner pull his peacock-feather comforter up around his wooden ears and vow to never again set […]
The Editor is having the presses installed. When the ground beneath you begins to rumble, THE TRUTH WILL BLEED.