They say when roses grow around coffins, its a sign of deep love held by the dearly departed.

This couldnt be further from the truth.

The roses are the distractions, the bright reds and yellow; the refreshing aromas all hiding one thing, thorns.

Roses grow around coffins to protect you.

The real truth lies in what do you need protection from…

Long ago, and back in the deep wood, the witches...

Goblins die.

Goblins, also live, eat, shit, fuck and die.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary, goblins die.

Troup’s death was different and Brendon knew it. He had spent the night retracing the reports from the murder. Things were not adding up.

The clerical report detailed the broken ribcage which puntured the poor goblin’s lungs, later determined to be the cause of death. However the alchem...