I was running, running through a city of stone and ice and they were behind me and I couldn't get away and I dodged into a building and slammed the door behind me.
"Excuse me," said a creaky voice from the other end of the room.
Panting, I listened to the monsters dribble by outside. "Yeah?"
"Are you 21? Because this is a bar."
I looked at him with desperate eyes. "Look, whoever you are, I've got a 10-story-tall glob of smelly stuff chasing me around the streets. I don't care about drin
Published on June 28, 2009 07:10