Dave the Terrible

After mother died, the scepter started talking to Dave, revealing the true nature of the adventurers that keep ringing his doorbell.

  • Excerpt

    The first adventurer arrived a month after the probate finished. A knight from two counties east, riding a great stallion and carrying a gleaming sword. Or maybe it was Matt from Sales with his dog and a bag of golf clubs; it was terribly hard to be sure when it was so misty outside and one’s glasses were lost in the fortress’s—more a cottage, really—chaos.