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Title: The Eye of the Bedlam Bride Authors: Matt Dinniman Category:supplementals Number of Highlights: 12 Date: 2025-11-23 Last Highlighted: **
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Kids arenât always a product of their parents. But sometimes that doesnât matter. Sometimes parents can cast a shadow so thick, you can drown in it.
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âIt is all a mockery of our faiths and legends. They ignore the meanings behind the myths and stories, and they just see the surface, steal it, and use it to make something shiny and pretty and completely devoid of its meaning.
You look that shit up in Wikipedia, and itâll be the first line. Itâll say, âThese bitches are three pugs short of a grumble.â Itâs not an opinion, but an absolute fact.
But thatâs just life. At least they fucking tried. They died with their boots on, as much as I hate that expression. They died with their boots on for their people, their family, not for some rich, nameless organization that gives no shits whether they live or die. Or go extinct. Or are trapped for a millennia after theyâre done being used.
And hell, my child, hell is not just a place. It is a contagion. It is a virus. It spreads. But worst of all, it attracts.
âJola, keep the worm off our back!â Jola wasnât listening to me. He only had eyes for Quan. âMĂ©r lĂkar ekki Ășlpan ĂŸĂn.â
You did not diffuse your soul power from the Scavengerâs Daughter. That was a mistake. You should never allow it to linger within you. I need you alive, Carl. I need you reasonably sane. We have so much work to do. I felt an ominous chill, both at the words spoken in my mind and at the realization that I had, indeed, forgotten to activate my Daughterâs Kiss.
Just because they act up from time to time. You skin one little warren of rabbits, you spray the innards of a chatty, overweight Soother tourist all over the gift shop, and everybody is suddenly âscared.â What about my wants? Iâm older than time as you know it.
âItâs Heyzoos, the Uzi Jesus!â the announcer shouted as the words appeared floating in the air. Heyzoos flexed, and the cross shattered into holographic dust as the barefooted man landed on the tiled floor of the mall, his white robe flapping in a wind that wasnât there. His long, flowing hair also waved. A golden halo over his head sparkled. A 75-second timer appeared over him and started to count down.
I thought of Ren, and of the hopelessness that had broken her. Of all these crawlers whoâd been forced to confront their own personal nightmares on this floor. Of my mother, whoâd drowned in her own sorrow. Of the stepmother Iâd never met, and what sheâd done. Of the goddamned river that was so loud it was the only thing I could hear. It was loneliness. It had always been loneliness.
New Achievement. Apex Predator. Theyâre dead. All of them. Not only did you kill more hunters than everyone else, but you killed the very last one. One could fill a very stinky swimming pool with the blood you spilled on the Hunting Grounds. You have become a very scary dude. Maybe I should be calling you daddy instead of the other way around. Reward: Nothing! ⊠Just kidding. You have received a Celestial Predator Box.
Squonk â Level 35. Eastern United States Region Legendary Creature. The Squonk. The poor, pitiful Squonk.