Buffy Anne Summers died as she lived: a true hero, who was never content to take the easy way out... in spite of the rather unfortunate associations her full name brings to mind -- as if being lumbered with "Buffy" wasn't bad enough. While this might, in part, explain not being taken as seriously as she should have been, speculation at this point ( Read more... )

"Amulet? I know of no amulet I'm afraid, Mister Giles. What sort of amulet are we talking about?"

For pity's sake... 'The amulet that Angel acquired, and brought to Sunnydale?' I tried again. 'Please, don't tell me he never even spoke to you about it.'

'The amulet was supposed to be wielded by a... champion -- and I use the term very loosely -- ( Read more... )

Two days after Willow left, I returned to London. I didn't plan on going back so soon -- in truth, I'm not sure I intended to go back at all. A telephone call changed my plans, and my intentions, in the space of a few minutes ( Read more... )

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Everything changes. Even the longest, the most glittering reign must come to an end some time. And I'm still here, for my sins...
Even calling what I run "the Watchers' Council" is a bit of a misnomer. It was pointed out to me -- rather needlessly, I thought -- that whatever we choose to call ourselves, we serve at the pleasure of the Slayers, now. ( Read more... )

A few things I'd like to remember, for future reading, since it would be financially -- and physically -- impossible to acquire all of them at once.

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At least having the responsibility for rebuilding the Council saved me from a life of dissolution. Until the call from Rhys-Evans, I spent a lot of my nights in the bars, cruising, if only with my eyes. There were a lot of nights I didn't remember going home, but I always found myself in my own bed come morning (or afternoon, as the case often was ( Read more... )

Willow is a mother. Of all of them, I can't think of one I would have thought less likely to be irresponsible, but neither can I think of who would be more responsible with a child. Perhaps things work out for the best, after all. At least, that's what I have to tell myself, and keep telling myself, in order to be able to go on, at times ( Read more... )

I wonder how the Hyperion manages to stay in business if its trade is as ephemeral as it was when the three of us (Ethan, Ieuan, myself), and a Slayer, arrived. We were all tired (except the Slayer) and we had been in planes, and at airports, for well over 24 hours, and it had grown very, very old long before it was over. Ethan and Ieuan were ( Read more... )

To "sunny_dale":

Bugger off, you bastards.