Kirjahaku

"The first book in Damian Stephens's 'Means of Escape' story is...brilliant, vulgar, terrifying, and a hell of a lot of fun I think Lovecraft's back-in the form of a pothead Dungeon Master out for PC blood. READ IT OR DIE-seriously "- Preston Lathrop, E⸫O⸫D⸫Date: Sometime After HalloweenPlace: Somewhere Below the Murk, I Guess?Maybe I don't give a damn about Golem Creek anymore. Maybe being stuck here in Laban Black's wild dream city is enough for me now. After Mike Flowers killed us...after we lost Julie (where the hell is "Tulsa," anyway?)...after Steve introduced us to Pete who introduced us to hallucinogenic Valentine's Day candy...Witch's Wine? "Graxx the Half-Elf" insists: 5000 xp. But who cares? Not like I could really ask Molly Furnival out at this point. She'd probably just blow us up or set everything on fire...AGAIN.

Martin Ready remembers what it was like to be forgotten, mistreated, and presumed guilty-after all, he was a grad student. Before he ended up in jail, that is. But after slipping into that other world and saving the last inhabitant (?) of Yuttelborough, it seems like life has returned basically to normal. If you consider a three-foot tall, candy-addicted, half-cat/half-lizard genius living in your basement "normal." There is more at stake here than just what the vegan punk at Quest Video claims...more than what Hazzard Groschen, Nerd King (Candidate) of Rookville, bargained for...and far more than one murdered billionaire writer of a stolen world history could have imagined.

Black Magic Boltzmann Brains Bug Bongs Damian Stephens returns from the grave to bring us the eagerly awaited conclusion to his Means of Escape Trilogy - Morpheus Unbound; Or, Zod-Manas Zi-Ba "Damian Stephens finished the Means of Escape trilogy? That's not possible... No-I'm being totally serious. It's really not possible." - YOU "Finally A book that reads itself Damian Stephens delivers absolutely nothing in this mindless thriller about junk and the yards that contain it. But don't let me spoil it for you-he's got that part totally covered." - Nashe St.-Demp, Esq. Right place. Right time. Right drugs. This has been the formula for adventure throughout the history of the world. The morning that the Black God cracked through multiple realities and shattered life on Earth for me forever started out sunny and mild. There was very little traffic; a great hunger-much like the hunger of that Ancient One now hammering at the lid of his coffin-finalized my decision to pull into a diner off the highway. The imminent arrival of Yog-Sothoth's emissary didn't in any way spoil an exquisite breakfast of scrambled eggs with extra cheese, heavily crisped bacon, and buttered toast... ALL AWAKENINGS ARE FALSE AWAKENINGS.