Jay has never hated knowledge more in his life than he did right now. His jaw ached still. Occasionally he'd work it gently, trying not to clench his teeth in response to the pain. With a scowl, he wished he could've gotten his teeth on the damned thing before it fluttere...

Reina rears in response, tail thrashing in agitation as the books take flight. "They're enchanted! There must be some sort of trigger." she huffs, her eyeline skirting a...

Bugs belonged on the surface, Jay thought, not a few hundred feet under the ground. And they most certainly did not belong in every single orifice he possessed!  The buzzing was overwhelming every one of his senses, blinding his vision and deafening his thoughts. He couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, struggling to formulate his way out of the shitty situation he found himself in. Was it the wrong corridor he’d slip...