Posts Tagged Hound of Tindalos
As a villain of sorts, the Hound understands the need for Wilshire to monologue a bit. How about that new letter I invented? And speaking of sympathetic magic, I think I’m catching Winston’s stupid cold.
Erm… don’t have much to say today. Except writing this in the midst of the grim drought of Southern California there must be some wish fulfillment going on, or a lame attempt at sympathetic magic.
My waking dreams are warning me to get some actual sleep, or the Hounds will come out of the walls for me too.