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 “This is not the cleavage you were looking for,” is what he told the guy at the bar who was staring at him. And this was not a pickup joint, anyhow, nor a place to meet clients; this was his favorite neighborhood dive, or close enough. So Gloom took his third? Fourth? Hypnotini back to his table–maybe a bit unsteadily–and sat again at the booth he had to himself. . . . → Read More: Cocktails with Gloom  Herewith Miss April! OK, she’s late. The rocket got delayed, and she had to hitch a ride on this old bomb. But she’s here! And she’s cheery! And pink. . . . → Read More: Miss April  Of course, torturing your apprentice is part of the fun of having one, you know. . . . → Read More: Holy Flaming Fire Chickens! (Ariolas and Coruanu)  I don’t know his story yet–but the latest gothboi sorcerer, Gloom, is back again. . . . → Read More: A Cybersorcerer Is Never Unarmed: Gloom Passing  I don’t know who this is, yet. I’m sure he’ll inform me, shortly before he demands a novel be written about him. Mainly, it was great to be rendering again after an enforced hiatus. . . . → Read More: Gloom Happens |
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