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One minute I’m in a tree, pointing my camera at a tiger, the next I’m on my back in a medieval fantasy world, while a skittish blonde hovers over me, hoping I’m not dead. I’ve never felt more alive.

My slayer journey continues, fighting unfathomable beasts and finding unimaginable love. I thought my first year would be all studying, but there's a lot more practical activity in this academy. For me, anyway. Hunting ghosts in a noble's palace, flying across castle walls under the tutelage of a half-mermaid. There's never a quiet day, or night. When's a student supposed to sleep?

In a world like ours—except there's elves and goblins, so way better—Michael is dealing with some very human problems. He just fired his useless nephew as his tomb-raiding assistant. On top of that, his uncle's fallen ill, so he's got to uproot his life to look after the business, an antique shop in the city. It's full of artifacts from the age of heroes. Swords, gems, and helmets galore.

Collected for the first and only time, are these three stories by Kirk Mason! Devour the two interconnected books A Tale of Tail Brushing and Big City Goth GF, and then chase with the standalone, Knight's Bane!

Siege the castle? In my own way. Save the world? If it’s worth my while. Create a bestiary business with a group of beautiful yet contrasting women? Fully achieved. Now the house is too crowded! One moment I'm taking pictures of a fantastic sky beast, aided by a sassy witch, a pretty blonde, and a cute green goblin. The next we’re in bed for the night - and I can't get a lick of covers! This house is too small. It wasn’t meant for this many people and a bestiary business. Problem is, not a lot of folk want a goblin and a witch in their neighborhood. It’s hard to blame them.

What's the best group to form a defense force? If you said a bloodthirsty bunnygirl, a timid drowblin (half drow-half goblin), and a human bloke named Owen, he'd ask you if you understood the question. But that's what Peach Valley's got. Luckily for him, one skeleton a day is so easy to deal with that it leaves ample time to sample the delights of the village. Like swimming in the lake with the crazy bunny who makes him laugh, or shopping trips with the shy drowblin he's getting out of her shell.

When we rescued the first fluffy-eared princess, I didn't realize how lucky we’d been. She was a kind soul, and gentle—everything you’d imagine a sweet princess to be. Though atop the second tower, the next stripey-tailed princess bore a rage as wild as the sun. Her body burned hot like a furnace. But it was our job to help her return to normal—well, not our main job. Our journey took us from cold mountains to wild seas on a pirate ship. Our quest? To save the third—and last—princess, so we could halt The Witch King in his tracks.

I was about to be promoted to Deputy Manager, when a strange voice—coming from a glowing gem I found in the stationery drawer—told me I was meant for more. Before my boss' eyes, I was transported to a fantasy world of mana and monsters. When I felled the foul beasts, the gem embedded in my hand absorbed their essence—a light that made me more adept with weapons. With a sword on my hip and an adorable apothecarist at my side, I’ll trek to the mysterious towers built by the evil witch king. We don’t know why he built them, but we think they’re the source of his power.

Some men get Sundays off to catch up with the DIY. I spend mine fighting the neighborhood monsters. After a peaceful vacation relaxing on the beach with my gorgeous demon babes, I return home to be confronted by some crazy new neighbors—and I don’t mean gossipers or HOA fanatics. My house is full of beautiful demi-humans, so a few more monsters around couldn’t hurt, right? Well, when a mysterious ailment begins sweeping through the neighborhood, I begin to doubt that.

School was a chore. All I wanted was to become a magus, enter the academy, and train my chosen affinity. But I didn't pass the test. They said I didn't have it in me. Years later, a run-in with a sassy goth mage named Misty revealed I could do magic. Those damn monocle-wearing pseudo-Victorians at the academy locked me out! Screw them.