Bone Marrow Stew

The dark feast is ready. The cauldron is smoldering. Ladle yourself a full of bowl of Bone Marrow Stew and savor every mouthful of gut and grue, every crawling strand of meat and maggoty bite of flesh. The gravy is thick, rich, and noxious, blood-seeped and foul beyond measure. The aroma that of bone dust and corpse slime, insects and puppet eyes, snake oil and the bile of resurrection. Finish every last drop. You have been warned. Stories included in this collection: REIGN OF THE EATERRED SEATHE EYES OF HOWARD CURLIXTHE CHATTERING OF TINY TEETHNOT SUGAR, SPICE, OR ANYTHING NICEPIT CREWLONG IN THE TOOTHTHE RESURRECTION MANLITTLE MISS WICKEDTHE ARCHITECT OF PESTILENCENIGHT AND FOGQUEEN OF SPADESTHE WRECK OF THE GHOSTONE DARK SEPTEMBER NIGHT... MIGRATIONTHE PUPPETEERTHE LEGEND OF BLACK BETT