For the ones who dream of stranger worlds.

I almost always start with setting! I have to know the world before I know how to populate it. I have a tendency to play with doors - between life and death, human and monster, mundane and magic - and with 'ADSOM,' I knew I wanted to play with the physical doors between worlds.

Fencing is a game of living chess, a match where reflexes only work in combination with intent, and mind and body must work together at every moment.

For someone who never stood still, Lila felt like a pin in Kell's world. One he was sure to snag on.

She used to think that if she stole enough, the want would fade, the hunger would go away, but maybe it wasn’t that simple. Maybe it wasn’t a matter of what she didn’t have, of what she wasn’t, but what she was.

Ah, there you are, Bard,” came a familiar voice, and she turned to see Alucard striding over.
“Saints, is that a dress you’re in? The crew will never believe it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” growled Kell.