Last night was the worst night I've had in a long time. I didn't sleep, not a wink, even though I was exhausted from . . . from the blood loss. That thing took my crucifix. She wore it. She didn't burn. She didn't give it back, either, but I don't think I want it, since it's been on her. I don't even know if I'd want it if it hadn't, and that-- ( Read more... )

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very HighLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very LowLevel 6 - The City of Dis ( ( Read more... )

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Oh. Dear. Lord.

*strangled voice* Professor?

I'm back. And the professor is here. And things are looking up.

I'm supposed to meet with Lucy sometime soon. *shifts nervously* I don't know what's happened to her since . . . since that night, but I need to know. I have to know what she's like now. What she is.

I just have to remember what happened before, too. I'll be careful. Real careful.

This typist gal's got to be crazy if she thinks I want to go to Germany for a month. At least it's western Europe-- I don't think I could handle going further east again-- but I reckon it's a bad time to be going away.

Art, take care of yourself, all right? And John, you and Jack had better make sure he does. If you see the professor, tell him I ( Read more... )

It's been real warm, lately, hasn't it? Last night, John and Art and me were sitting around with waistcoats off and everything. It would've been indecent if there'd been any ladies around. All right with just men, though-- nothing improper about that. Right?!

. . . Good thing we all know when to stop drinking. Otherwise it would've been a nasty ( Read more... )

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