The Fledgling walked down the street, pondering the new strands of the web of intrigue she discovered recently: the power struggles, the turf disputes, the silent wars for power and prestige ( Read more... )

"The word on everyone's lips, Kindred or kine, seems to be epidemic." The Tremere Regent, Maximilian Strauss, spoke in a clear, firm tone: a man used to be listened to. "It seems that disease has been spreading at an alarming rate throughout the downtown population. Considering our particular... appetites... the local Kindred are more than ( Read more... )

Santa Monica in the early evening: even without rain this time, a chill wind blows down the streets, a failed warning for the kine to stay home.

The door opens into a narrow hallway lined with numbered doors, and The Fledgling leads the way along. They go down a flight of stairs, take a turn left and do another, shorter flight before reaching the door that opens into a dark, filthy alley. "How much a shadow can you be ( Read more... )

As she walked down the few steps outside the theater, the fledgling's only intention was to find the transportation that The Prince implied, along with getting to Santa Monica. Namely because he mentioned that he'd gotten her a place there, and one thing out of many she needed was a night's... well a day's sleep. The dream of the Bar-place had ( Read more... )