
First fire of the season. Now to sit down in the armchair and write an autumn werewolf story.

First fire of the season. Now to sit down in the armchair and write an autumn werewolf story.
Cupid, god of desire, is in Wetherspoons, dipping an arrow’s pointed shaft in Karen’s glass ot Sauvignon Blanc, but what will happen when his wife, Psyche, finds out? What You … Continue reading A St Valentine’s Day story