“We think the northeast corner of Laundry Room Four is a nexus to a demonic dimension, and one of its native creatures managed to lay a few eggs in our dimension, and now—“
“Whoa! Whoa, slow down. ‘Nexus to a demonic’ what now?” I glanced between the three kids standing before me, blocking my way to the aforementioned Laundry Room Four.
Read More There Lived A Crooked Creature“Do stars hatch from eggs?”
The little girl glanced up at her aunt as the two sat on a fancy padded bench before the glass display.
Her aunt smiled at her. “Not everything that’s born comes from eggs. You didn’t.”
“Then where did I come from?”
“I’ll…let your parents tell you all about that. But if you want to know about eggs, I do have a story you might like.”
Read More Many Things Have HatchedI’m no expert on eggs. But this egg is not an egg.
Read More This Egg Is Not An EggFinden was a young man who wanted to go out into the world, to travel, find adventure, see spectacular sights, and meet all manner of people (especially lovely girls and heroic men). He worked at his father’s shop until he had saved up enough money to take his first trip beyond his province. Perhaps even beyond the borders of the kingdom. He told his father of his plans one day, and he respectfully declined his inheritance. His father accepted this, but he told Finden to wait a year before he set off. For there was another inheritance due to the firstborn upon reaching the nineteenth year.
Finden was insistent on leaving that very month. So his father took him aside and told him the secret of their family’s moderate yet certain success. His father showed him a pair of trousers.
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