Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Traitors.

Sinners, and greatness.

Kicking robots.

Knot.

Pepper spray.

Aya Sinclair.

Damn skippy.

“Did I say he called out these fading powers? Rather, he tosses them into the air like confetti and dances underneath.” —Sessily Watt, “Nothing New Under the Sun: Reading Urban Fantasy”

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Pastoral.

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