Jaenelle thinks everyone needs to have just a bit more fun ( Read more... )

Jaime is furious, and his sister is an idiot, but all things considered, he'd rather have it this way than their roles reversed. Which is, as he feels the weight of his golden hand, the first time that's been the truth in a while. Best not to think on that, though. Moving onto more pressing matters ( Read more... )

Here is a little girl of 7, toying with an old doll on the stairs of the Mansion.  She's talking to herself, or to her toys, who knows? Today is her birthday, but she hasn't fussed about it.

Her auntie (is she her mummy ?  she forgets sometimes), is away more and more on mysterious errands, and her best friend is old, now, as are the boys she used ( Read more... )

Childermass has been continuing his investigations and experiments. Whether or not he's made any progress is anyone's guess, given how inscrutable Childermass is ( Read more... )

The most recent newcomer blinks as his surroundings come into focus.  He is a rather tall man, with stooped shoulders and piercing gray eyes.  Right now, those eyes are registering a profound look of surprise.

He is no stranger to bizarre, even frightening situations. And yet, this was most certainly unexpected.

"Excuse me, but could someone please ( Read more... )

Specifically, it's coming up on Hallowe'en. And Dairine is all in favour of celebrating, however disastrously ( Read more... )

The carriage stops in front of the Mansion, and a man, in his mid-twenties, walks up the steps. His hair is unkempt, he is sporting a stubble, and a rare thing for a man of the 19th century, he does not wear a hat. He looks around with curious eyes, frowns, and knocks on the door.

His horses and carriage have stopped and await him - he never did ( Read more... )

There might be, on the stairs of the Mansion, a young woman, proud and determined, a shivering little girl clinging to her skirts.

She isn’t pretty per say, no, the young woman is not, but there is charm and grace in the way she holds herself, willfulness and a sense of education, even if her accent, when she speaks, though polished it may seem, is ( Read more... )

Things have been downright dull in the Mansion since the plothole left--except for that extremely entertaining escapade with the apples, nothing has even remotely interested the gentleman with the thistle-down hair ( Read more... )

*some time ago, Alexei began to learn magic from the gentleman with the thistle-down hair; he could coax the trees to blossom in winter, with only the warmth of his hands and of his heart, and keep them blooming. now, he thinks, he will ask the apple trees in the orchard to let their blossoms fall, and bear fruit that he might to give to the hungry ( Read more... )