Tonight we’re featuring a really fun story by Josh Reynolds (who lives wherever it suits him at the moment, originally Gadsden South Carolina and currently Sheffield, UK, as we understand.) It is from his “Royal Occultist” series, from which we hope to provide additional thrilling tales in the future.
The jug hit the wall of the cottage kitchen and shattered,
splattering the two people huddling behind the overturned table with milk that had gone sour in mid-air. “Possibly a boggart,” Charles St. Cyprian said, shaking milk from his hand. “And a nasty one, at that,” he added.
“Really,” Ebe Gallowglass said, peering over the edge of the table. “And here I thought it was a particularly short and offensive chimney sweep.”
“You should trust me on these matters, you know. It is part of my job as Royal Occultist, after all, to know what a boggart looks like,” St. Cyprian sniffed. Continue Reading
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