OK, so I started my LJ for a new PC in the upcoming chronicle:

ShadeChronicles

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Somewhere it is light, not here. I laugh and I hear it echoed back to me. So this is hell ( Read more... )

I HAD IT! The Jacket was in my hands and it slipped away! I’m unsure what it can do, but its power to sway the wearer’s mind is impressive. I know it has almost utter control, and yet I still desire it… the rush of power was ... for once I am at a loss for words. I want it back. I MUST find it. Until them I must be calm, too many balls in ( Read more... )

They’re quiet now. It takes a lot out of us when Julien is active too long, but I think he rests after. I was hoping the new one would help Victoria, but he didn’t; now they have him too. It’s getting harder to make them listen. I don’t know what to do anymore ( Read more... )

The challenge: bring order to the whole ( Read more... )

Victoria has returned, though they have meddled with her mind again. She is more self assured, it’s worrisome. I find myself pondering if I know this new person at all ( Read more... )

The following Section is in an old fashioned Florentine Italian, the page is lined with quick sketches and tiny details of design quickly picked out in ink:I don’t understand… it makes no sense to me; it’s like I’m watching myself in a mirror played by some actor. It’s been a month now, almost, but they never let me out. James is always so bored ( Read more... )

I find her willfulness amusing still. Victoria was given an option, return, or not, she chose to return, yet she does so with half measures, insisting I summon her. I shall leave her just enough time to make it here, let her race the sun. Amused or not, she shouldn’t know, I think perhaps I shall feign annoyance ( Read more... )

This little game enthralls me the more we play. Victoria has proven quite the student, I admire her sire’s work, even as I regret it wasn’t I who finally tracked the bastard down. It would have been such the pleasure to have him at my mercy for that little slight ( Read more... )

The plane has begun to land; we’ll need to hurry to make the loft by nightfall. I can feel my teeth on edge, perhaps it’s the last few nights; I wish I could believe that. Crane said the entire city was on edge, he’s right. I felt myself feeling for my knife even as I snapped at that little Ventrue; I’d almost slipped it into my hand. I’d say ( Read more... )