A Morning of Manners and Monstrosities

Thursday morning arrived with little mercy for the battered party, who had crawled back to the Cavendish compound the previous night bearing the scars of their encounter with the insectoid Mi-Go. Before the household had fully stirred, a scream of pure horror split the early morning air. Meg Cavendish, five months pregnant and already brimming with morning sickness and barely contained fury, had stepped outside to find her carriage in ruins — the front smashed open, a cracked carapace leg shell…