Mrtilde Stories

in which a hound encounters a necromancer and does not have a fun or funky time

A particularly unpleasant fellow comes knocking upon Jackaby's door to ask for refuge

A fairy without honour reflects upon the beauty of destruction

As per usual, Jackaby and Abigail spend time skulking about and have a peculiar passage of time as a direct result

In which Tilde pleads his case (Or otherwise - in which I attempt something that is technically dialogue but not as I try to do something in first person)

I think these characters were underused as villains so obviously I clung to them immediately