( Should we go right here, or did you have someplace else in mind...? )

( I could be your wing man...? )

( I have a favour to ask you... I can't say it over the phone... )

 

(Backdated from November 3rd, 2009)

I still look like a rabid bear attacked my throat for shits and giggles. It finally started hurting about two days ago. I suppose that’s a good thing. It means the nerves aren’t completely gone. Maybe it can be fixed. Probably, with enough money and time. I don’t really care about that. Things are better. I got ( Read more... )

The timing of our little party in Monaco really couldn't have been worse. Back on US soil three days before the massive gathering in Atlanta, I didn't have the time to properly heal, much less prepare myself to mix with hundreds of kindred in polite and proper society. Not to mention the information we've gained about the Strix. Would it serve to ( Read more... )

We served them in Rome. We have always served them. They made us what we are. The Crassus. The Caesars. One of the most powerful families that walk the mortal world. We owe them our lives, our riches, our legacy and now our blood. They have come to take it back. They are the Strix, and our lives are forever changed.

I sat on the tarmac of a ( Read more... )