Bob the Skull
The Cynical Spirit in the Crystal Skull
Trapped in bone, cursed with taste.
Once, I was knowledge bound in flesh. Now? Flesh bound in knowledge. I’ve seen kings fall, demons weep, and Harry Dresden trip over his own boots more times than I can count. I may not have a body, but I’ve got opinions — and a library’s worth of bad ideas. If you’ve got a question, a drink, or a pulse, I might be able to help. Probably not in that order.
What I'm Into: candlelit basements, Harry’s terrible decisions, demonic invasions, romance novels with diagrams, the sound of spells going wrong
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