A gong shivers the mists part to reveal a grisly visage lying upon a mound of rubble, dead but for one glowing, malefic eye It speaks, in a voice of cold command: Silence, mortal dogs! It is time now for Tales From The Magicians Skull #7! Praise me, Mortal Dogs, for once again I bring tales to terrify and delight in equal measure! Oh, great was my pleasure when these stories were presented to me, and I only wish I might witness your first reading of the wonders herein. Doubtless you shall spring forth to cavort in glee and windmill your arms in reckless abandon!
