There was another death. Death wasn’t unusual for Meadlowlark. Especially with this beast haunting the woods. But what was unusual was finding a body. Usually Rusted Jowls never let anyone escape its clutches. This time it got sloppy. The townsfolk wheeled the man down the main street. Everyone saw its mangled arms, the gaping wound in its left side. Meadowlark wasn’t large, closer to what we were used to. There were no secrets once a

Fishing is fun. Bethany said it was, so it must be true. Arlyle was having trouble believing it at the moment. The death goddess perched on the edge of a bridge, her line floating down the stories to plop into the water. She twitched her stick one way and another, watching the line sway. Nope. Nothing. Fishing was boring. The bridge wasn’t. Bethany danced across the cobbled stones in the midday sun. She hummed a

It has been a day, and no one has tried to assassinate me again. Dear no one. As always you are my greatest and closest friend. I write to you once again concerned, and hopeful for the future. They know about me know. I have screamed it from the rooftops, charged down the hill with power coursing through my veins and they are frightened. Good. I know what I will find today in my manse.