It's a Mean Old World Out There
The spellslinger upstairs conjures too loud. The guy down the hall drinks blood from a six-pack. That stiff you left in the alley is walking again. The undead factory workers are on strike. Your client skipped town before paying. And your landlord is looking for his rent.
"Think Harry Dresden, Cast a Deadly Spell, and The Shadow rolled into... [click here for more]