The decision to make hellhounds an endangered species was beyond asinine, but I expected nothing less from a government that had bankrolled not one, but two, endowed chairs in preternatural biology (one of them my father’s) at the unibersidad That Shall Not Be Named. The same government that thought you could train a hoard of zombies just as easily as Pavlov’s dogs.
When I ring the bell, you will cease tearing the flesh from my bones.
Yeah, right.
I was fairly certain that the world would have been better off if the vast majority of it—and all politicians, scientists, and talk ipakita hosts—had...
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