Lovely, lovely, bonny bones...
So my friend
tim_pratt is in a bit of a sticky situation, which he has detailed fairly thoroughly. Sadly, this isn't a unique situation right now; a lot of us are in fairly sticky situations. I'm very fortunate in that I am currently able to feed my cats, pay my bills, and buy comic books. Others, not so much.
Tim is lucky, however, in that he comes complete with a personal savior: Marla Mason, the magical bitch-queen badass sorcerer of Felport, who will totally mess you up if you look at her funny (and don't think that she won't). In an effort to make a bad scene a little less bad, Tim is putting up a serialized, donation-funded urban fantasy novella, Bone Shop, in which you can meet Marla, and watch as she grows up to be, well, badass.
Enter the Bone Shop.
Go, check it out, and if you enjoy good urban fantasy, have a party. You, too, can avoid being put on Marla's little list of people who need to be bludgeoned to death with the nearest available brick.
That didn't come out right...
Tim is lucky, however, in that he comes complete with a personal savior: Marla Mason, the magical bitch-queen badass sorcerer of Felport, who will totally mess you up if you look at her funny (and don't think that she won't). In an effort to make a bad scene a little less bad, Tim is putting up a serialized, donation-funded urban fantasy novella, Bone Shop, in which you can meet Marla, and watch as she grows up to be, well, badass.
Enter the Bone Shop.
Go, check it out, and if you enjoy good urban fantasy, have a party. You, too, can avoid being put on Marla's little list of people who need to be bludgeoned to death with the nearest available brick.
That didn't come out right...