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“People think it’s so damn easy,” he says, absentmindedly going through the pockets of his jacket. “The whole possession  thing . ” The thin, sunglasses-clad face he turns to me doesn’t match his dismal tone. His search brings up a pack of rolling tobacco and paper, and now he’s skillfully rolling a cigarette. “At least this one smokes…” We’re sitting at the patio of a cafe, my notebook and phone—recording underway—between us. The late morning is filled with the buzz of peopl

A cozy book and a cup of coffee with autumn leaves scattered around. Elendil scratched his side and yawned, putting the book he had been...

The monster knelt on the cave’s floor, its formidable stature no less imposing even in its crouched position. Its scaly shoulders–or more...

It seemed impossible to find a moment to speak with Erdrik in private. They arrived early the next day, armed with determination and an...

When Xandar walked into the Barking Toad the following day, he was greeted by the innkeeper. The green, bunny-infested dress she had worn...

Xandar awoke late the next day, his unruly hair resembling a bird's nest. The sky was a jumble of gray clouds that looked like dusty...

Tom squinted at his phone screen, struggling to read the message. The sun had come out that day - a cold, early spring sun - and the...

Xandar awoke to the sound of hammering. It wasn’t the harsh, loud hammering of putting a nail through a wall or trying to crush the...

Xandar raised his eyes from the scroll he had been slouching over, straightened his shoulders, and yawned. It was getting cold in the...

The window was shut, the gray, dusty curtains drawn and the stuffy room was filled with candlelight and tallow fumes. Cecilia was sitting...

Gertruda awoke to the sound of stomping feet somewhere overhead and opened her eyes, scanning the room around her. Shadows greeted her,...

I met Satan in a bar in San Diego one summer night, but of course, I didn’t know who he was at the time. It was past nine on a Tuesday night, and the pub – its name I did not bother to remember – was barely half full. On the long wooden bar before me lay my phone with over twenty unanswered calls. Next to it, lined in a row, stood ten small glasses – samples of the craft beers the place had to offer. The bartender had generously filled each sample to its brim, and I was dilig