Slay The Princess Review: The Pristine Cut – ‘Til Death Do Us Part
Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. As The Nightmare neared, her face covered in chipped porcelain and her presence like shrill static, these four words became a chant. The Paranoid–one of the many personas inhabiting the hero’s too-full head–was the one uttering it, a reminder to the other voices in this malformed vessel that it was now … Ler mais