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how measurements work in canada (ie/ badly)

how measurements work in canada (ie/ badly)

COVER REVEAL! our talented designer, Miss Nat Mack, had to fit in a lot of discordant imagery such as: spider centaurs, medieval times, beetle aliens, goddesses, spaceships, tentacled brain slugs, and of course, m/m erotiscism.

the book's not out until next March, so pre-order links are still going live, but I'll list the early ones under the readmore:

also bg3 actively demonstrates at every possible opportunity that raphael is very, very comfortable with following deals to the letter but not to the spirit and actively fucks over the people he makes contracts with all the time (e.g., morfred, yurgir, lyrthindor, the flymms/gortash, astarion to a certain extent, both korrilla and hope, literally every debtor you meet in the house of hope...). so i don't even think it's unreasonable to suspect mol's contract has some tricky wording that will still screw her over in the future for no reason other than for raphael's own cruel amusement.

anyway i know i'm ranting but it's such an annoying argument because mol is a young kid with zero safety net or social support living in a country with a proven track record of prejudice against tieflings, arriving in a city with no established infrastructure to support the influx of refugees, no ability to get her foot in the door with an apprenticeship... she's genuinely not shitty or selfish for getting raphael to throw in something that benefits her because selling your soul is a really really big deal!

“There is a beauty to the Underdark,” Jarlaxle told him. “Our tunnels are all around you, but you never quite know where, or when, we might come calling. Anytime, any place, Knellict. You cannot continually look below you, but we are always looking up.”