Scarecrows by Michael Bray
Oh, we’re in a creepy farm with monstrous scarecrows? Let’s take our time to poke around!
Oh, we’re in a creepy farm with monstrous scarecrows? Let’s take our time to poke around!
The I stands for interruptus.
I am entertained.
This is so short that I kind of wish I can unsee it.
Same old crap, but with resurrection magic now.
Even Norway is not free of tired, played-out werewolf tropes!
What’s scandalous is how the author makes me adore this thing with such apparent ease.
The heroine is meant for the larder, but ends up being a different, more fun kind of meal instead.
I’m more of a rottweiler person, but the doberman’s cute.
The final episode of the first season is a dreary waste of time. Have they all given up already?