Sitting out in the main room are chocolates. Some piled on trays, others in small boxes, with all sorts of flavors and fillings. Gabrielle's been busy and these are the results of her efforts. Unfortunately, there can be strange interactions between the inherent magic of the Mansion and the Craft practiced by the Blood. Some of the chocolates ( Read more... )

She doesn't regret it.

She's a widow before she was ever made a dame, but she doesn't regret it. What difference would it have made had he lived, in the end? Would not Tristan have failed as her husband still? He was never going to love her as she did him, and it would only have been worse if Isolde had come to him again. She did the right thing, ( Read more... )

( aaand here there be spoilers )

-- she will be there, and she will be sleeping.

Confusion. A blast of pain. Then - just - you know, a sudden twist of the brain; like it used to be when he was still fighting his inner demons.

I was supposed to --.

Adrian isn't sure what he was supposed to - do? think? say? He's rather - empty. This is just the word. He rises from the ground, looks ( Read more... )

The coach ride to Bath proves utterly imperilous, with no great calamity than a stop at an inn -- its taproom sadly lacking in sinisterly scarred ruffians or raddled wenches with sharp tongues, much less a kitchen with a fat, surly chef cuffing the kitchen boys. Once they resume their journey, they nearly turn back to the inn, when Mrs. Allen ( Read more... )

Katniss is exhausted. The post-Games interview went alright, although she was a little tired of having to pretend (Or was it pretend? She's not so sure anymore) that she was madly in love with Peeta ( Read more... )

 Henry hasn't been out and about for a while, but he's descended tonight, early in the evening. He looks fairly normal - with things going better with Anita, the color of his eyes is almost back to human hazel, just a touch darker than they should be, and he could pass for a rather anemic human being. He seems relaxed, if a little bit thoughtful, ( Read more... )

When the sights and sounds of the hall change to a view of the sky and the soft singing of birds, Agravain knows that he's dead.

It's a strange feeling -- he wants to shout and laugh at the same time, but he does neither. He just lies there, motionless, because he's too angry to do anything else. Too angry to shout, too angry to curse, too angry to ( Read more... )

Remy LeBeau was exhausted. It had been a long couple of days, and he really hoped it wouldn't get any longer as he maneuvered the vintage motorcycle away from the hangar where kept his plane. It was fortunate that he'd found the keys to Logan's bike in the pocket of the leather jacket he'd left behind. It wasn't like Logan would be needing it, ( Read more... )

( Cut for spoilers and some Feenie Angst... )