Legends say that long, long ago, in the dukedom of Aquitaine in the kingdom of Bretonnia, a brave knight came back from crusade, dead but not ready to lie down. It's said this Red Duke drank the blood of the living and raised the dead into a conquering army; it's said the keeper of the... Continue Reading →
I've been spending some time in the Old World and it's made me thirsty for trashy tie-in fiction that I've not read twenty times already. These books are bad, but I don't hate them.
I have a Cunning Plan. It involves kidnapping Herr Doktor Shiny, after ArmadaCon, and smuggling him over the Welsh border to crash at the Castle von Von for a few days, play some games and shoot some shit and dominate the local pub quiz, and produce a couple of Middlehammer things while he's here. Many of my... Continue Reading →