Ever since the Key and the Elf were there, he schemed, plotted, his mind bent on escape.

The breach was there, a small shred of light peeks in the wall, taunting him to press his hands to it - feeling for air, for life, for something to corrupt into darkness and evil. And there is.

Children Men, of course, but also the First Born, and other creatures ( Read more... )

Lady Lyonors, who ordinarily keeps to herself even more than her husband does, has come down into the main room. She seats herself in one of the overstuffed chairs, her rose-colored skirts fanning out prettily, and offers a shy smile. "Tell me a story."

Continued from here.He popped away from the nasty shard, thrown at him with angry skill just on time, and was transported not in his hut, no, but at the Mansion, in the common room, and a dozen hours later in time, mind you ( Read more... )

He's been there for a long time.  A millenia or two, perhaps, or is it a bit more?  Merlin doesn't remember - he stopped counting, because as time went by, he lost touch with its impassible flow, and rather become engrossed in the going-ons of the place, enough to observe the going-ons at the Mansion without exciting himself, or without getting ( Read more... )

*For quite some time now, Great Aunt Repetitus has been watching and taking in the culture of the Mansion, figuring out how best she can fit into it. But she is, after all, a Storyteller, and every Storyteller must have Story Players.

So now there are signs up all over the Mansion, saying:

To the inhabitants of the Mansion ( Read more... )

*Without warning, a woman appears in the main room of the Mansion. She is an old woman - the air pulled back into a neat bun on the top of her head is completely gray - but seems not at all frail or weak. She is dressed in dark red, her skirt so long it reaches the floor. She looks around herself, calm, unsurprised, for surely this world, like the ( Read more... )