SirenCymbaline

"Baba," said Baba, still partially under the rug. They hoisted themselves up off the floor, and brushed several kilograms of dust off of their tatty overalls, leaving a fuzzy grey ...

Boris stepped back, white as a page. Stupid Schadel. Why'd she bring it back with her? Boris, tired from all the scares of the past few hours, was too worn ...

Baba the Scarecrow child did not come through the door. They may not have even been invited. They simply erupted from a dusty trapdoor under the rug, and wriggled out ...

Siren opened her eyes wide. "You spake the name. Maybe, he heard you." She dropped the ghost hunting supplies on the ground, so she could spookily wriggle her fingers. "Now, ...

Boris wrapped the tourniquet around Bo's head. A moment ago, he had been allowed to focus on physical sensations, like lifting the cat’s body, lifting Bo, the raw burning in ...

"Hang on, Bo, let me tie that on for you." Boris found the least filthy part of his shirt (around the waist) and tore off a long strip. He took ...

Boris stood straight and steady, to help Bo keep his bearings. He reached over with his left hand to give Bo a comforting pat. "Yes. We're alive. All things considered, ...

The softly glowing eel blood that coated them all served as their guiding light. Out of the ambush, and into the the hunting ground of a plant-like, eyeless leopard creature- ...

There were as many Boris Dietrichs as he needed there to be. There was the affable, honest man, the gentleman that worked at the post office, aided the constables, donated ...

Oop I should have that post out tomorrow Sorry for the wait: p

Boris was tired of being frightened. Everyone was lost, everyone was bears, and everyone wasn't bears. Bears bears bears. He'd gone to lengths to convince himself there weren't any, only ...

Boris opened his mouth to say something sardonically optimistic, but bit his lip hard instead to cut off a cry at the sensation of teeth sinking into his flesh. The ...

Maahes kept the party safe. Several more wretched egg-ridden creatures came into his light, and were all blasted away. Lingering wasps strayed toward the party, but stayed just millimetres out ...

I think her vowels would be very British, but she might start picking up Americanish consanants, like an American 'r?'

Siren nodded at Rose, and relaxed. She put a clammy, slightly floury hand on her head to show her appreciation. Oh. She still hadn't introduced herself to Isaac, had she? ...