It was almost four by the time the three of us descended to the cellars of my mansion. The fire hadn’t reached down there. The lights worked without flickering but the scent of damp was stronger.

Marius looked as thoughtful as he had since he had arrived. I didn’t much like it. He wore a burgundy red sweater against the faint chill of London rain. I ( Read more... )

His voice is so familiar and so welcome that if it had substance I could have kissed it. Marius will soon gather Louis into his care ( Read more... )