We’re certain that one day, David Annandale woke up and declared he would master writing body horror. Ladies and gentlemen, we present The Deacon of Wounds.
A plague sweeping a city, a young Arch-Deacon– what can go wrong?
We had the Neverending Story theme song running through our heads.
The Inquisition needs to make its damn mind up about saints.
I thought I’d read something uplifting over Mother’s Day weekend.
The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley…