Rest Stops Between Here and Hell
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  • Reads 32
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 3
  • Time 34m
Ongoing, First published Nov 17, 2022
Mature
Liesel's execution is in nine months. 

If she can't find a successor, 

You'll be dealing with this bullshit yourself. 


Task 1: find one single other human who can See the incomprehensible supernatural realms that exist alongside our own. 

Task 2: tutor them in making sense of the paranormal, train them to mediate for humans against the macabre, and teach them to Never Feel Fear. 

Task 3: don't die before that happens, or mortals are fucked. 

Armed with her techy gamer nephew, an eldritch henchman of death, and a '96 Corolla, Liesel sets off on a road trip to fix her fuck-ups. Pack your salt, your silver, and your snacks; there are no U-turns on the road to hell.
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