| When Daddy, Gramps, drunk Uncle Billy…whoever it was, looked at you when you were a little kid, blankets around your neck, trembling in bed, sure-as-shit convinced that there was something out to get you under your box-spring, in your closet, and they told you there wasn’t anything there –that monsters didn’t exist –they were lying to you.
Jono Swyftt knows this because that’s what he does.He kills things.Bad things.Nightmare things:Orcs, trolls,… |
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