The Wildside booklet of delusion offers 20 nice fable stories through glossy masters. incorporated are tales via Tanith Lee, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, Gene Wolfe, Fritz Leiber, Lawrence Watt-Evans, Robert E. Howard, and plenty of extra. a call number of stories!
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