Hobgoblin [antikvár]

OneChristmas, 1980Barbara Gardiner swung the family station wagon off the avenue and into the cul-de-sac. As always, she immediately feh safe. She was home.It had snowed earlier in the day and a few inches of heavy wet snow clung to the bare branches and wooden fences. A perfect Connecticut Christmas card, she thought, with the houses laced in colored lights and children building snowmen on their front lawns.Barbara slowed, drove carefully on the icy street. The children were everywhere, dark figures slipping out from behind parked cars, running from lot to lot. They were like characters from Scott's fantasy game, she thought, all elves and goblins."You find yourself in an enchanted forest, Brian Ború, lost somewhere in time." The Dealer paused to shuffle the deck of blue Hobgoblin cards. Scott glanced quickly at the other four players circled around the dormitory rec-room table, and then down at the Battleboard where the miniature figure of Öiian Ború waited for the next round.Scott had painted the one-inch-tall lead figure himself.