Border, KS

Isn't Kansas a little northern for Southern Gothic? (Updates Tuesday and Thursday)

Category: Book 1 Chapter 15

15.2 The End

“I don’t suppose I have to caution you about freezing out here,” Walter offered in amusement. Morgan smirked, wiggling her toes and shrugging. She had somehow changed into a fashionable, knee-length dress in dark blue with silver embroidery—although he suspected that all she’d needed to ‘change’ was an empty bathroom and some magic. “Queen of […]


15.1 The Champions

It turned out, Walter was both delighted and surprised to learn, that the party after you’ve (probably) killed a God turned out to be quite a party indeed. None of them had expected there to be a party, necessarily—it had just happened to spring up at them. It was pushing 8 PM when the convoy […]


15.0 Cover Stories

EPILOGUE: WHAT KIND OF DAY IT HAS BEEN “What. The hell. Are we going to tell people?” The Mayor of Border was a man of middling height who Walter did not think was terribly charismatic. Apparently he could turn it on when he had to, but he was not trying to turn it on right […]