The devil is in the Death Trail.

The devil is in the Death Trail. It stands round about eight feet tall, and kind of looks like a lumpy black potato with wings, and one flap of its wings have been known to topple lesser men. It fell on my sister to slay the devil, the strongest mage in the area, while I was just a lowly apprentice at the local forge. I had not even held a hammer for crafting let alone a weapon for battle. So why was I now holding this cursed sword and fighting here on the Death Trail, butchering monsters for my sister to have a clear shot at this beast. Each monster I slay bring a wave of dark, juvenile...

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Spider kiss of the ugly assassin

Spider kiss of the ugly assassin just wouldn’t do. Somehow, her mask had been mistaken as her actual face, and now she was being called an “ugly assassin” by the town criers. Every time she heard them yell out how the deacon had been slain by the spider kiss of the ugly assassin, instead of the proper term which should be poison kiss of the spider assassin, she had to restrain herself from correcting them. That would be far too suspicious. She was nearly out of the city now, anyway. She had made her way to the livestock district, full of butchers, tanners, and interesting smells. Once she...

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DEADLY BY THE DOZENS, the doughnuts waited in silence. Slaughter was on sale and sugar was the weapon of choice. The heaving steps of the patrons come today would find their breakfast now brought them something even more past the thrill of beating on their own kidneys with fried sugar, and into the world of madcap baking in DEADLY BY THE DOZENS.

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