In the dusky predawn, the Carnival changes. The rides speed up. The music turns frantic, and the dancers match the pace. Fairies, earlier drifting and enjoying the sights, clear the rows between tents and stalls as a new crowd strides the carnival grounds ( Read more... )

Summer in the Wood has always belonged to the Fox, and the weather has taken a distinct turn in that direction now ( Read more... )

Today Will had decided to indulge in a little tree climbing.  After a few minutes of industrious climbing he had made his way up to a sturdy looking branch high in the giving tree.  And now he sat there, enjoying the damp leaf smell and listening intently to the sound of the activities within the barracks.

"Did you know?" Will remarks thoughtfully ( Read more... )

Molly was left reeling as reality shifted and she regained her former self. "Ooooh, no," she muttered, reaching out a hand to the inside of the barracks wall for balance. "This is not good. Really not good." She had been so callous. The other version of herself had helped people only if she had nothing better to do. She wasn't bothered so ( Read more... )

The more baffling a mystery was, the more interested Conan became.  But this was just too baffling.  He could remember all those weeks of believing he was somebody else.  How had that happened?  Had it been a dream?  Reality?  And if it was reality, how much did Neal
remember of that confrontation?  He kept turning all of these questions over and ( Read more... )

It was a dark and stormy night.  The kind of night that would prompt any law-abiding citizen to stay safely inside their homes.  Still, something was brewing in the gloomy streets.  And knowing the kinds of people that usually came out on nights like this, that something was probably big trouble.

In a dark alley near the Noirland museum, private ( Read more... )

Truth be told, River hadn't meant to keep a low profile during the time she'd been here. She detested the very idea, preferring to be in the thick of things where she felt comfortable. So instead of wandering unarmed into dangerous situations she'd busied herself with the one subject she'd found as a comfort in strange situations - archeology. ( Read more... )

The barracks is not quite the steading she knew, but Tiffany knows that there is nothing a witch can do but tend to the people about her. There is nothing else to be done beyond take account, make lists, listen when people think you're not, collect gossip, and do your job. A witch's job was to watch over and guard her steading, and for the moment ( Read more... )

With a few tears finally spilling over, Tara Maclay moved to step off from the final stair on the Summers' family porch. Her foot hit the ground but there was a crunch of leaves and the lights had all gone dark. Blinking, the young witch blinked but could make out hardly more than the faint outline of a few trees. In the distance there was light ( Read more... )

Will stands by the tree in the center of the barracks, holding himself in a kind of strange thoughtful stillness ( Read more... )