Rest Stops Between Here and Hell
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Última publicación lun, nov 21, 2022
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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