Squid rubbed the back of her neck, her face blank. She looked up at Cerberus who seemed to have a three way conversation with himself. No doubt debating whether or not to bite Maorrighan. Each head, she remembered, had a distinctive personality, but it was the one in the middle who was more or less…
2. The Witch’s Bar
Squid rarely used taxis. The last time she did, it just about started a race war between werewolves and goblins. So, taxis were out and she was not going to explain it further. Bikes were an absolute menace whether or not one was riding them or beside them. Her motorcycle was in the shop after…
The Ridiculous [Marvelous] Adventures of Squid 