Category: Grimmon Darkly

Waking in a cell with an aching head and finding myself falsely accused of a heinous crime was bad enough. But what awaited me was even worse…

Telling the spell to fly the four-poster above the storm hadn’t seemed a bad idea. But then the bed started falling apart…

Without horses, and in the midst of a wild storm, there was only one way we could get back to the castle. Another spell should do the trick…

I’m not fond of vampires. And being left to die of thirst by the countess hadn’t exactly endeared her to me. Despite my agitated state of mind, I came up with a plan…

Had the mind-swapping machine done its foul work? My heart hammers as I wake and the awful truth hits me.

I watch in horror as Igor sets up his loathsome machine and readies the two of us to swap minds…

Unable to move a muscle below my neck, there’s nothing I can do but listen as the vampire lays out her evil plan, which, oddly, doesn’t involve drinking my blood.

Never stay out after dark in a new world. That rule had been drummed into me. So, it was odd how calm I was to be visiting the countess’ home at twilight…

The spell disguising Grimmon’s goblin form is wearing off, just at the time a charming countess invites us to her home. I accept, though I’m uneasy at the length of her canine teeth…

The world the castle moves us to is charming. Civilised, genteel, and pleasant, but ordinary. That is, until I meet someone who makes an incredible claim.