“I am a master of folklore - I should be able to throw folklore fireballs or something.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Across the aisle, a living manga teen with spiky purple hair and more hardware on his body than an early Borg poked through dusty… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“I’ve got to hit the bottom of this weird-ass rabbit hole anytime now, right?” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Dipsomancy is very real, but it takes more than just getting hammered to do anything useful.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“I am a master of folklore - I should be able to throw folklore fireballs or something.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“So, how bad of an idea is it to go there? On a scale of cooking-whithout-a-shirt to being-an-evil-priest-in-an-Alexandre-Dumas-book?” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Ree coveted Anya’s curves sometimes, having inherited a fairly sticklike figure from her mother’s side of the family. Ree wore her hair long so… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Right now. Living. Aiming to misbehave or just trying not to fade away.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Vampires used to be the Dracula types, but in the last ten years most of them have become weak, brooding androgynes that only go… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“Jane smiled the Making Lemonade smile that adults learn to do when they get used to the world stomping on their heads.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“The trick is learning which what goes where and does what.” “That was some Tennant-level vaguebabble.” — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“I have to pose as an android detective? Will the ID say Deckard?” “Are you capable of ever not being snarky?” Eastwood asked. “Only… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
“The room continued to spin though she was standing still, but her ears were hot. She felt like she'd just slammed three doubles of… — Michael R. Underwood Copy Share Image
