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Georgiy Resnik slept, all unknowing, on Malambruno’s hide. He breathed in Malambruno’s musk. It infected him. He became other than himself. He grew threefold, and his fur and tail became as steel, and he woke with a powerful urge to wickedness. For a time he took sport with this, and made himself a deadly bandit, and did a number of infamous deeds; but in time it palled for him and he wished to return to his former self.
- The Far Roofs, Jenna K. Moran
campaign broke 1,000 backers today! pretty neat!
as i've said, i was part of the playtesting rounds & i'm happy to answer questions about the game! i'll be continuing to draw daily for the remainder of the kickstarter
She shook her fist at Harpy and she cried, “Come closer! I would have your name!”
Then the wind came down and slammed her hard and she grasped at the air but there was only air to grasp, and she flew from the edge [...] and Harpy stooped and her claws came close and Martina thought:
I am saved.
But Harpy said only: “I am that which is not Hope.”
Martina struck, and shattered, and bled.
- The Far Roofs, Jenna K. Moran