Taylor leads Lucy into Dante's, the bar. He's glad to be out of that sickly mist, which makes him a little nauseous and gives him the idea that something bad is about to happen, or just happened. Something really, really bad. Though meeting Lucy wasn't so terrible, really. But it's not that. It still nags at him a little bit, though the nagging has ( Read more... )

Lucy Saxon had never been more glad to see the merest hints of civilization. She was tired of riding and her horse was getting tired of being ridden. Under normal circumstances she rather enjoyed riding bareback. She hadn't won prizes during her school years for nothing ( Read more... )

Now that Taylor has found out a little about deadly hospitals and random people and all the interesting stuff that goes down around Hell, he's a little bit more likely to talk to people. Won't you walk down main street and tell the shaggy-haired and torn-jeans-wearing musician sitting on the steps of the inn how to get along in Hell? Also perhaps ( Read more... )

It's been a crappy few months. Well, the beginning was great, he can't exactly say anything about that part. But the rest of it......well, it doesn't need to be talked about. Nothing like coming back to the people and place you loved, grew up in, needed, and discovered that everything is vacant and dead. It'd make anyone run away. Especially ( Read more... )