Issue #2
October 23, 2008

The Sword of Loving Kindness, Pt. II

Mistress Needles said, “Then may we be in harmony, to the degree harmony exists in this cesspool of a universe. The sword’s presence may yet prove a desirable thing. For your freedom, Imago Bone, and that of the companion who brings you fear and pain, depends upon its destruction.”

Architectural Constants

The Spider stepped out of the gate. She was a stooped woman with dark hair. The sockets in her face were empty and scarred over. She wore gloves that were cut off at the first knuckle. At each fingertip was a tiny glittering eye.

From the Archives:
The Territorialist
Jeris was feeding the gargoyles when the bone-map rattled.