Peter was translating an old journal Rolf had given him which Rolf stated contained veiled references to the Templar. So far Peter had found veiled references to witches in the area and how they 'brought down the tone of the village square' and something about a scandal between some farmer's wife and an earl, but so far nothing about Templar. ( Read more... )

Her father had died again ( Read more... )

Aly was gone. Peter knew it was just for a little while. Thomas had gotten through to him the previous night. He knew Aly wasn't going to leave him for accidentally hurting her. He knew she didn't blame him. He also knew he blamed himself. Guilt had always been one of Peter's greatest vices. Guilt and alcohol, as the two had a terrible knack ( Read more... )

Peter had far too much to do. An ache in Peter's stomach reminded him that he'd possibly been neglecting said stomach in order to take care of other things...for several days now, come to think of it. As Peter was currently in his office at the hospital in the middle of things, there wasn't much he could do about that without heading downstairs ( Read more... )

Peter was in the small gaming lounge off of the living room, grumbling audibly. Robert made his way in there, and he raised his eyebrows to see Peter Kemp, holding a dart in his hand. "What?" Peter asked, looking confused.

"Nothing..."

"I'm not going to throw it at you!" Peter said, and then he let the dart fly. It landed near the the ( Read more... )

( Yeah...maybe Liz was right about you... )