Now with more cowbell! Yee haw!

The heavy strings sigh and sway, building towards menacing elegance.

With the winds of creation streaking their faces, our heroes take flight into the deepest recesses of the Genreverse. Come join them.

An heroic jam for an heroic character.

The theme from the novel Leadfoot Angels.

I am The Count!

When all is said and done, we all walk home alone.

Ah, the sad beauty of a lovely day down the town. Come walk with us.

We all sing the song, caffeine-maddened hipsters drunk on double espresso. Chatter along.

Beware the back alleys and loading docks where the lines become blurred and we all become lost.