The First and Last Tax Man in Thimblecross, Part 5
Laughter and the light of candles spilled carelessly from the inn into the thick fog, but a familiar, pale figure with well-trimmed nails stood between me and the merriment I meant to dismantle.
Jolly knows, now. He knows better than to keep trying my patience. Our patience, gentle reader. So please read on and let Mr. Jolly finish his story.
The First and Last Tax Man in Thimblecross, Part 4
“This is your final tribute, Fetterly. Do you understand?”
A.N. Sorensen
Well, that's hardly sporting. Where was I? Oh yes, I had just gotten clobbered on both sides of the fourth wall. I lay in pieces on the landing before the storage room, torn apart by ghostly yet conspicuously well-manicured fingers.
And it hurt.