It's always the most difficult part, introducing himself. Deciding what truths to twist, what lies to tell ( Read more... )

Remus is always on his last twenty pounds.

He can never waste them on tiny pleasures, on ordinary luxuries, on all the fripperies that make a home a home.

(He would like to take those soft blue curtains and hang them on his windows, but he'll have none if his rent is late.)Once upon a time, it was been easier. He had friends who would buoy him, ( Read more... )

Remus sits in a battered chair, rubbing his temples as he recalls the past hour, the latest rebuff.

It hadn't gone well. Some people just wouldn't be pushed away.

A fiercely determined scowl that's so familiar it hurts ( Read more... )

Fade in, start the scene
Enter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the worldt's a cold, quiet night, the sort that's impossible in London. Remus is closer to the stars than he's been in ages, and his body still bears the scars of the moon ( Read more... )

Peter ( Read more... )

"When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written....'He dies.' That's all. Nothing more. No fan fair. No metaphor. No brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is, 'He dies.' It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with 'He dies.' And yet every time I read ( Read more... )

Starlight paints the sleepers silver, their still forms like spectres gracing the dim room, a study in contrast and comfort ( Read more... )

"The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place ( Read more... )