Right, you tell him Winston. Ernest is supposed to SHOW, not TELL!
Oh wait, that’s my bad.
Sometimes nothing gets story out efficiently like dialogue. And these days I aim for efficiency maybe a little more than I should.
Right, you tell him Winston. Ernest is supposed to SHOW, not TELL!
Oh wait, that’s my bad.
Sometimes nothing gets story out efficiently like dialogue. And these days I aim for efficiency maybe a little more than I should.
Secret societies that advertise their Sunday pancake breakfast in the local paper have interesting definitions of the term secret.
Cue the Hound. Which reminds me, Foxham did not react at all well to the appearance of the Hound in the Temple. What makes anyone think the secret, SECRET fraternity has any juice behind their rituals?