And by “smells like springtime,” we mean it smells like oranges that make you want to eat people. Because what else says “spring” like birth and death and roaming corpses and killer oranges and voracious cannibalistic appetites and companion slugs?
Corpses and slugs, folks. Happy freaking Spring!
Plus some deceptively haunting cover art by photographer Isabella Petty!
Samuel Snoek-Brown 