Foiled

Kadi Shaina Gashlin, by C. A. Bridges

The worst part about a horde of maddened warrior dwarves led by a little Earth girl wielding the Amethyst Sword bursting into your annual Winter Party to cut through your henchmen, destroy your orb of power in front of all the Hallowed Hosts you’ve kept under your thrall for a year and a day and then hurl you into the swirling mysts of oblivion just before you can cast the spell that will give you ultimate power over all of time and space isn’t the disappointment. Although that’s pretty annoying.

It’s being cast through the cosmos into the yard of a random house in the ‘burbs in Ohio in 1956.

Seriously, I’m not even sure my dress is street-legal here.