Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey is a historical fantasy novel set in an alternate version of Western Europe where the blood of Yeshua ben Josef (Jesus Christ) mixed with the tears of the Magdalene and the spirit of the Earth…
Written by Rosekitty I love warlocks. I always have. The word itself has a fairly clear history, originating in the Satanic fascinations of Christian Europe. There, witches and warlocks were women and men who had made pacts with devils for…
Written by Momoknight Hiiiiii~ It’s me! Momo! I’m talking to you now! Isn’t that so cool?? You better think it’s cool! OR ELSE! …Okay, I can’t actually do anything to you (‘cause you’re reading this from across the cosmic curtain…
Written by Rosekitty Here’s how the boss fight goes: I fling a bolt, the banshee ignores the bolt, and then everything gets very painful very quickly. It shreds my face and tears down my front, slicing through skin and fat…
Written by Rosekitty “That man is a murderer,” the drow says, voice tight now but still keeping an even tone. “The woman at the door, Ungula, she watched him do it.” The orc snorts. “If you’re not gonna fight, leave…
Written by Rosekitty Hell is a sinking tower. They call it the Middle City to paint pride over horror. There are no slaves in Hell, only the less fortunate citizens of the glorious Middle City. Every demon is free, no…
Written by Rosekitty “Momo?” I call softly. “Are you with me?” “I’m here,” she says, her lovely voice echoing inside my head, “but I’m not corporeal right now. I need anima to take physical form.” Right, of course. In the…
Written by Rosekitty From the direction the tendrils came, there’s a girl leaning against a pillar who wasn’t there a second ago. She’s got choppy white hair and golden eyes—like Momo’s eyes, but much meaner. She’s wearing a simple black…
Written by Rosekitty I’d like to think that I have very normal thoughts about sex and death. Sadly, I have too much self-awareness to ever say that with a straight face—not that there’s anything straight about me. Look, I won’t…
The game can barely be called as such; to win, all I have to do is drink from the chalice thrice and manage to stay standing. Maenad will be drinking too, of course, but purely for her own pleasure. It…