Once upon a time, I thought I was jaded. But then I watched as an entire tradition chantry house was destroyed, murdering all their resdient members. And all that emotional scar tissue didn’t matter. Nor does the fact I never trusted this particular tradition. It made me fear for my fellow Ecstatics, my cabal, my pack ( Read more... )

You know, I hate being the grownup ( Read more... )

Of all the things that have stolen and held my breath all at once this month, it’s been the Technocracy talking to the Coriolus Chantry about working together to help Terminus. I knew from Andrew that the factions were splitting and the chain of command was kinked and knotted. And I knew there were talks further up our own ranks that a bid was ( Read more... )

Jake is alive.

And I have proven I have no idea how to live with that understanding. He's been dead to me for so long, I am not accostomed to thinking of him in active terms anymore. I had just settled his memory into static and eternal sleep when he goes dodging around my peripherary and buddying up to Daniel out of nowhere.

It was not an un ( Read more... )

I think it’s about time I started this up again. I’ve been dodging the journal thing since leaving the Peaks, only really dabbling here and there over the last two years. Maybe because I didn’t want to remember anything clearly, out of fear it would be worse in the recollection. Sanity has never been my strong suit, and flashbacks do happen. ( Read more... )