Free League Publishing

“There was talk of prehistoric monsters in the woods. Eddies swirled in spacetime, portals between our time and the past, in the wake of cosmic energies. A bridge had been created, allowing creatures from another time to travel to our world. Someone...

“It stood under the oak tree in the yard – an oily, sad little tin can thing, its head partially entangled in some sort of canvas cover. It had discovered me and stood perfectly still, its head fixed in my direction. As I approached, it rocked nervously...