"Ey, Zjendjan, my lad, take care. Somebody will twist your neck for you some day, you mark my words. You're too cocky for your own good."

"If that's what's written for me, master, then that's what'll happen," the boy shrugged, not caring. "But what's the harm in pulling the wool over an enemy's eyes? I'd think God would be pleased to see it.”

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Zjendjan finally did it. His network of connections and crossed sides finally worked against him and pissed someone off. In fact, it pissed someone off enough to kill him. (It probably didn't help that Zjen started getting mad back at Freyr ( Read more... )

1. Do you have siblings? If so, did you like them?
Ummm... *counts on fingers* I have a lot. More than seven living ones. And I like them sometimes since I left home.

2. What do you do when you're not busy serving other people?
Nothing really. Find ways to amuse myself.

3. Who's the most interesting person you've met since arriving?
You... ( Read more... )

Zjendjan was hired by John Jeckyll to help look after his brother. The only thing is... Zjen hasn't yet met that brother. And he has no idea why the brother needs looking after. What does AIDS mean to a boy from the 1640s? So here he is standing outside of the door John directed him to. He puts on his best, keenest look and knocks.

Zjendjan is sitting outside, close to the mansion, but hopefully hidden behind a bush, staring intently at a poppy.  There were poppies outside his house in Podlasye.  His older sisters used to make them into wreaths and force him to wear them when he was younger and his brothers would laugh at him and then he would get upset until his mother gave ( Read more... )

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