The intruder hesitated, turned, and anchored itself in the corner, where the ceiling met the wall. It sat there, fastened to the paneling by enormous yellow talons, still and silent like a gargoyle in full sunlight. I took a swig… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan, swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood spiderman! — Inspectah Deck Copy Share Image
