Uncle Edik refuses to throw the dead stuff—vermin—from our balcony! He simply doesn’t understand how you could throw away something you can marinate and eat?! A total nutcase—what can you take from him besides a certificate…
Someone is always threatening us: first vampires, then rebellious barons, then evil goblins—and even the royal army. Guess who they’re looking for?
In our quiet apartment, first barges in OMON, then the parent committee—what a mess of dead things…
The black banshee is already chanting about blood on the walls of the Bone Castle, and my Helga is peacefully asleep in her room, hugging a plush teddy bear.
No one should wake the daughter of Death…