Midnight in a well-lit room ( Read more... )

Ivy covered the hollow face of an angel. Beneath my hand the gravestone was still warm from the day. The ruined village had long been abandoned and with it the small graveyard, but not one grave was as old as I. Amidst old tombs my thoughts always stray back to New Orleans. I could almost smell the jasmine and the distant clatter of horses. I ( Read more... )

It's been pointed out to me that six months is a fairly long absence and that I have returned only with a collection of random thoughts and moods ( Read more... )

Louis and I retreat from "public life" every now and again. Sometimes we do it because shit is going down. Sometimes we just withdraw because it's what we need to do ( Read more... )

Ian has posted an account of his experiences. Do read it here: http://ian-manning.livejournal.com/ And yes, he remains my guest even now.

So this is what happened.

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Curious moment. Some brutal sense of Ian as a vessel which I might plunder, my tongue in his heart. As I approached, he ( Read more... )

Immediately, burnt spots appeared on the leather and the exposed paper caught fire. I pushed Ruth towards Armand who caught her with admirable gentleness and I reached into the fire, snatching the book free. The binding was blackened and acrid smoke curled from the pages, but I’d been fast enough to prevent a catastrophe. Greg was moving again, the ( Read more... )

Finally Ruth answered, her voice low and hesitant. ‘I don’t know where the demon came from or what the Order did in the past. I don’t know any more than you do, but please believe me when I tell you that we only wish to help you now ( Read more... )

Armand leaned against the wall like an insouciant teenager, thumbs hooked into his jeans. Ruth had taken another chair directly opposite mine ( Read more... )

I had told Armand that under no circumstances should he come with me to see Ruth and Greg, the Talamascans who had been assigned to deal with the demon or quite possibly with me. Naturally, Armand had arrived first, greeting me at the door with an innocent smile. The room was small and filled with books but the fire gave off a welcoming glow. Greg ( Read more... )

I'm not sleeping. I'm not dead. I'm not an ice-clad captive, nor hiding from the infamy of my latest sins. No-one you know is dead, nothing has been burned to the ground and everything is more or less where I left it ( Read more... )