There was dust here, layers of dirt coating the unused furniture, but some time ago, the dust melted away. The couches began to look new again. The kitchen cupboards replenished themselves and the plothole in the closet began spinning once more ( Read more... )

And suddenly, there's a young man bursting through the doorway, having to lean against a wall for a moment to catch his breath, but only a moment -- while he's breathing heavily for now, he's clearly in very good shape, so it won't take long until he's breathing normally again ( Read more... )

Today, Charlotte Bridgerton is exactly twenty-three and a half. She is certain it is October 27, 1845, and she is certain to be proven wrong rather quickly. That isn't what she is concerned with. One strand of her curly brown hair has fallen out of place and so she is too busy shoving it back into place to notice right away in order to get back to ( Read more... )

The door slams open, suddenly, almost violently swinging free of the wall; there are a few minutes in which nothing happens, then -- in a leisurely manner entirely at odds with the crash of the door -- a young man strolls in, hands in his pockets, and lets himself fall back onto the nearest couch, legs swinging up over the armrest -- only then can ( Read more... )

A little boy wanders in with a definite bounce to his step, stopping with a look of surprise as he enters what is obviously not the room he was expecting to walk into. His hair is a shaggy mix of brown and blond and his eyes are blue and extremely attentive as the initial shock and minor panic become a case of childish curiosity. From his mouth ( Read more... )

Perhaps the most immediately noticeable thing is how tall he is -- at least six foot three, and thin (a little too thin for comfort, to most eyes) with angular features to match; it might be less striking (by a little, anyway) if not for the almost unnaturally bright red hair he's shaking out of his face; it's managing to look slightly unkempt ( Read more... )

Mix three hyperactive, sexually-excitable demigods (demigodlike things) together and you have a recipe for crack ( Read more... )

And now for number three of the four spawned by a crackplot.

Attila wanders into the room, very slowly, his eyes darting from every little detail to every other little detail, as if taking it all in. Eventually he finds his way to a rather more open space and examines a nearby chair, fingers running over its edges roughly.

He doesn't bother to look ( Read more... )

After having an interesting confrontation with Ciaran, a certain Ryan Pendergast is now slightly exhausted and slightly unnerved, as pretty much anybody would be if their half-demonic half-brother who tortured their current girlfriend told them that their dead former girlfriend who they still love says hello from Hell. ...right. Anyway, the real ( Read more... )

She is just twenty, almost perfectly arranged in suitably bright, young colors, with blonde hair and blue-green eyes, and when she first enters, there is a moment where she is clearly startled -- this is most certainly not where she had planned on arriving. After that moment, however, she pauses to move a single stray lock of hair back into place ( Read more... )