As if turning into a of herself with Multiple Personality Disorder (Wiseguy had explained it to her) who had killed someone, traded very nasty words with one of her best friends, and had been traumatized enough to be possibly even more feral than the original Florida had been, wasn't bad enough ( Read more... )

There was a madness to their method. Leda and Sai, two girls on their own, backpacking across Europe, and currently lounging on a beach on some remote island in the Mediterranean. For some reason Sai kept humming Abba songs. Leda wished she'd stop. For some reason it was making her miss AnduinTheir plan was to head north from Greece and see the ( Read more... )

Leda sighed when she woke up and looked towards the empty bed on the other side of the room. Ever since Liz graduated she'd been unable to hold on to a roommate.

( Then her cellphone rang )

Leda sat on the edge of the roof looking out at the town spread out before and below her. Tonight she really felt the difference between Fandom and Bordertown.

( Once Upon a time... )

Dear Mom and Dad, translated from Elvish

So, I learned how to fly recently. It was more tiring than I'd have thought. See magic on this island works as well as it does in Faery. I'm also learning to swim. Which was about as exhausting as I'd expected.:) The students here continue to be friendly, and helpful. Oh and classes are going well ( Read more... )

Leda had had another fit of trembling as her body shrieked for more Peca, but it had passed before she felt she needed to call for help. But no sooner had that happened, then a Gremlin who'd been hiding under her bed leaped out and sunk it's teeth into her ankle.

( A dark night in a city that knows how to keep it's secrets. But on the 5th floor of the Fandom Building, one woman is still trying to find the answers to life's persistent questions. Gail Noir, Private Eye )

( ”Translated from Elvish )

If Leda hadn't been so worn out from Detention, she might have been able to dodge the Gremlin that had been lying in wait. As it was, she wasn't.

My name is Valerie Autumns. From the moment I left New York, and set foot in Corinwood, the shadows of the past have loomed over me like the shadow of this great brooding home. Even the inhabitants of ( Read more... )