Puca Dentata
Puca's writing reminds me of film noir, or wandering down a dark alley at night, or that frightening time where you're not sure if what you just dreamed was really a dream, or just really...real. It's something in the normalcy of her phrasing, the way she describes the terror in everyday words that makes it so chilling. Or maybe it's that what she writes could actually happen. At least, in Buffy's world.
It is the end of everything. The Hellmouth has opened, and a small band of survivors are escaping Sunnydale... but to what?