Author: Jimbotomy Jimbotomy Northshire settled into his sparse cottage, containing but a desk, a cot, and three stacks of books reaching to the middle of his thigh. He picked up the first one, and set it on the desk, opening it to the first page. He hung his Bonechill Hammer above the desk, illuminating the book in the dull white glow of its icy enchant. He looked to the words of the page, and began to read. "Hello Jim," came a familiar voice from behind him. "I am but a spirit," she said, "long gone from your world." Jim nodded. "You also seek a solution to your fears, do you not?" Jim nodded.