Gregoriana pushed open the door to the library quietly heading for a table where she pulls out her history book and starts to take notes. EVery time the door opens, someone coughs, drops a book, the young sluagh looks up from her work. Despite that she looks at home in the library, comfortable.

The small sluagh wrung her hands as she looked out the window of the Rovan as it delivered her to her new school. Once the Rovan was there she pulled her things, a backpack and a large duffle out of the van. Waiting there in the cold she pulled a envelope from her coat pocket ( Read more... )

The dark man rises from his bed, pulling on a black silk robe. This is an unexpected development, but one I can easily deal with.

He fixes the image of his opponent in his mind -- the blond hair, painted with the colors of woodland shadows, the slender form, the open, trusting demeanor... You are a fool, boy, if you think you can take her from me. ( Read more... )

Bound and immobile in his prison, he shifted his coils as something came to him.

Yessss....

After so long with nothing, the taste of despair and mental anguish was like sweet wine. It washed over him like a lover's caress, causing strength to flow into his body. Oh, yessss...how sweetly ironic that those in my jailor's charge are providing me ( Read more... )

Vicki Sobinski sat behind the counter of Dresden's Flowers, bored out of her skull. There was absolutely nothing to do, and still three hours left on her shift ( Read more... )

In the days after Samhain, Trey stalks around the campus, the look in his eyes daring anyone to say word one.

Apparently, the satyr suffered a mishap on Samhain -- he's sporting an impressive shiner, and numerous bruises that fade from purple to greenish-yellow over the course of several days.

She slips through the trees, her sharp senses alert for anything useful.

A sweetish scent plays about her nostrils, and she inhales a little more deeply. Hmmm...what's this?

She follows the scent, finally concealing herself a little ways away from the quartet of students. Oh, this is too rich! One of that Scathach tart's besotted paramours out ( Read more... )

He shifts uncomfortably under his accursed bonds, and strains desperately to catch even a hint of nourishment. One of those whelps should have something useful...it is close to the time of the tiende, after all....Then he feels it -- the sweetness of despair and anguish wafts into his prison, and he drinks it in, flexing experimentally. The bonds ( Read more... )

The dark-haired man pulled off his gloves and laid his stylish black leather duster over a chair. Yes, I think this will suit very well.

He could taste the power coming from this place...knew that somewhere nearby, there was a wellspring of Glamour to fulfill his wildest dreams ( Read more... )

He feels the agony of his victims flow into him like sweet wine, and savors the taste.

He tests his bonds experimentally, and notes with anticipation that he's grown strong enough to snap some of the strands. Yesssss.....He flexes long-bound muscles, feeling the cords of Glamour binding them snap under his new-found strength, and revels in the ( Read more... )