Summery: Ever since the death's of Viktor and Marcus, Amelia has found herself more in her warrior-like incarnation. Now, after going through hell and after a period of seclusion,  Amelia finds the need to return to the traits which make her "Amelia",  if only for a night or two here and there. She is very much aware that there are enemies around ( Read more... )

His sullen ochre coloured eyes fell on the cream coloured bedspread first. Holding it up to his nose, he inhaled the scent deeply. It smelled like winter in July, surprisingly cold and crisp, like fresh frost over green grass when the moon was full and mysterious, but with a hint of amber warmth like the fiery sun off of lilacs in the summer heat.

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How exactly, I wonder, did they come to that ill-timed conclusion? Did they try to revive me? Did they give me their blood in order to see whether my parched lips would gather up the only thing that could save me? Pardon the fury in my voice but, I assure you they did not and it vexes me. They left their Elder to die and change there. My cells ( Read more... )