Category: Grimmon Darkly

  • A Less Than Chilly Welcome

    A Less Than Chilly Welcome

    I was delighted when Trewla agreed to accompany me on an outing into the world we had just arrived in. But things have a habit of not turning out like you expect…

  • The Troll and the Raven

    The Troll and the Raven

    I was delighted when Trewla agreed to accompany me on an outing into the world we had just arrived in. But things have a habit of not turning out like you expect…

  • An Unexpected Answer

    An Unexpected Answer

    I was delighted when Trewla agreed to accompany me on an outing into the world we had just arrived in. But things have a habit of not turning out like you expect…

  • The Spell and the Mannequin

    The Spell and the Mannequin

    Spurred on by a burning need to save Trewla, Grimmon and I hasten to her apartment, spell at the ready, to stop the countess. She won’t catch Trewla if I have anything to do with it…

  • The Spellbook and the Device

    The Spellbook and the Device

    With the countess planning to slake her evil thirst for blood on Trewla, the only person who can save her is me. Well, perhaps I’ll allow a contrite goblin help too. All I need is a magic spell…

  • Secrets and Lies

    Secrets and Lies

    With the bloodthirsty countess an unwelcome resident of the castle, I had to keep my wits about me. The trouble is, they have a habit of getting me into trouble…

  • The Viaduct

    The Viaduct

    Stranded outside the castle, I watched in horror and dismay as the spell that was about to move my ancestral home to the next world took hold…

  • Goblins and Donkeys

    Goblins and Donkeys

    Racing back to the castle, I began to relax and believe things were finally going my way. I shouldn’t have been so complacent. I mean, c’mon, you know what goblins are like…

  • Never Rely on an Ogre

    Never Rely on an Ogre

    Escaping from jail isn’t easy, even when you have an ogre clearing the way. Especially when he’s more interested in revenge than breaking down doors…

  • The Half-Pint Hangman

    The Half-Pint Hangman

    There I was thinking the law couldn’t possibly get away with falsely accusing me of murder… Then the hangman turned up to measure my collar size.