Colin usually didn't have much to do with the bookshelf. He just wasn't what his Auntie Barbara called a reader or an intellectual mind. He wasn't even quite sure what the second one meant, and usually his Uncle John and even Mark would mutter under their breath that he couldn't read. That wasn't true. He could read. He knew because it'd taken him ( Read more... )

She wouldn't have been likely to admit it -- not to anyone, no matter how hard pressed she was -- but the number of people disappearing was, after over a year, starting to really worry Penny, moreso than she was comfortable with. It wasn't as if she'd lost people close to her, either. She hadn't, and that was almost the scariest thing of all. It ( Read more... )

It wasn't November yet or anything, but the idea had got into Coin's head and he was inclined to run with it. People marked time because they were people, so that was what he was going to do, and this would be the first time he'd ever done it so he wanted to be sure of what he was doing ( Read more... )

On occasion, Wesley saw fit to traverse the Island with a book within his hands, perusing the text of some Latin-based spell or perhaps some Arthur Conan Doyle piece, which never failed to entertain him. He had learned the ways and paths and with the boardwalk, he could make his way with relative ease. He would slip shoes off and walk the beach to ( Read more... )

The thing was, things were so good for Becky that she shoulda figured she was due to be fucked over any minute now ( Read more... )

Colin had noticed how much things had changed over the past month, but he hadn't really thought too much about it. He'd gone on walks with his friends like he usually did, and got to see how the frees were different and how it'd gotten a lot hotter than it'd been before. And he thought it was really something that it was that hot, because he'd ( Read more... )

Gil didn't dream, because he wasn't asleep. This was just the inert state of a body that had taken all it could possibly take and a mind that could no longer sustain the necessary level of fury to drag it along willing or not. But that sort of thing couldn't last forever, and when Gil opened his eyes the world he saw was... rather more different ( Read more... )

Inara had endured six months on the island of Tabula Rasa, bearing witness to a season of snow and a day of Reavers. She had moved from Serenity to separate herself and still spent time with the crew regularly. She had made plans to start a school, a Companion house of her own, and found herself unable to start so complex a project, one that would ( Read more... )

It was the weirdest damn thing ( Read more... )

Wesley had long delayed the disposal of the syringe that had contained enough tranquilizer to put down three large men, two horses, or one Slayer temporarily. It had remained sitting in his hut and every day he woke up to the terrible thought that something would happen to it, that someone might break in and rob them of it and unknowingly use it ( Read more... )