Adventures of Leviathan and Mini-Might

There once was a time that I sat down every day to reminisce about the times Leviathan and I shared. I was like Watson to his Sherlock, only...

There was something about Aunt Greta that made me want to simultaneously vomit and get down on my knees to worship her. The woman could lite...

Roger and I walked up the last few steps to the church doors. They were big heavy affairs that required both hands and a hearty huff to open...

It was a lovely spring day. The morning air still had a bit of crisp to it, but nothing a light shawl couldn't keep at bay. Pigeons were...

Roger is not a fan of the arts. Not the fine arts anyway. Comic art he's all over. Every once in a while I'll drag him with me to th...