Where even monsters that eat your body and weep over your head are a part of the better world in birth.
Things have been kind of rough lately, what with Morgan's funeral and trying to comfort the greiving and doing a little grieving myself. I will post more later, but for now, well, *shrugs*. We're all a little lost, here.
There is in Cicionia in Gaul a man named Dr. Donestre, whose head is right where it belongs and who has the usual number of limbs, range of skin color, and eating and sexual habits for the typical human; indeed, he is thought to be human. His destiny was made when his parents unknowingly gave him a middle name synonymous with a little-known 3rd-century eight-foot-tall, dog-headed Christian martyr. With all the powers a PhD grants, he fights ignorance and crime as a department chair at an unnamed charter school.