Dorothy Wordsworth has been sitting on my shelf for a while now, her small leather-bound book of journals collecting dust between my poetry collections and worn-out novels. I picked it up recently, not because I’d forgotten about her – I hadn’t – but because something about her presence felt particularly striking that day. Perhaps it …
The open road, where freedom and adventure await, right? Wrong. Not when you’re stuck behind a guy who thinks the speed limit is merely a suggestion. I’m talking about the infamous “25-in-a-35” culprit, the bane of my existence on my daily commute. As I tailgate this…this…speed limiter, I start to feel a personal affront. Doesn’t …
Glasya-Labolas is not a demon who hides behind subtlety or ambiguity. He is direct, violent, and devastatingly intelligent. In the Ars Goetia, Glasya-Labolas is named as a mighty President of Hell, commanding thirty-six legions and appearing in the terrifying form of a winged dog or griffin-like beast. He teaches the arts of war, murder, and …
