The life of any human has much to do with patterns and repetition. In some respects, being an angel is no different. Even so I found life on my second island to be somewhat less stimulating than I might have hoped for. In all fairness, of course, my basis for comparison was my somewhat brief and luxurious respite in the body of Theo Mandros while ( Read more... )

Check the cylinder. Disassemble. Clean the bore. Oil the cylinder. Reassemble. Wipe down.

The words turned in Dean's mind in time with the weapons in his hands, his fingers working colts, berettas, and endless other handguns over one by one. Check the cylinder. Disassemble. Clean the bore. Oil the cylinder. Reassemble. Wipe down. He' ( Read more... )

Callahan never did figure out who that Stephen King fella was, but he wasn't terribly surprised when his books started showing up on the bookshelf one afternoon. Row after row of titles he didn't recognize: Carrie, Pet Cemetery, The Shining, The Stand... and nestled in between, about a dozen different copies of 'Salem's Lot, which just made the ( Read more... )

Jill hadn't opened her notebook in nearly a week now, since just after she and Mayko had realized that Bob was gone. There was no point in continuing his work if he was no longer there to do it and so she'd shut the notebook one day in the jungle and hadn't opened it since, although it still came everywhere with her, through habit or simply to ( Read more... )

Delirium had escaped the watchful eye of Barnabas. She'd never been able to look after doggies but that was okay because he was supposed to be looking after her but she'd escaped. She'd escaped and she was on her own. Free from her silent treehouse, the silent island- at least in the Compound she could hear people. It was almost like being at home ( Read more... )

In truth, Inara preferred to spend more of her time at her home by the waterfall or wandering the beach than cooped up in the Compound. The comforts of air conditioning and the like aside, it seemed like a waste to pass so many hours indoors when the weather and the island itself were hěn měi lì. If she were to be stuck in this place, she meant to ( Read more... )

Maybe this whole stranded on a tropical island thing wasn't so bad after all. The weather was nice, the natives were friendly, the food was good, and the girls were... well, the girls were very nice. Only one thing was glaringly, horribly wrong. No smokes. George Luz wasn't a particularly violent man (when nazis weren't involved), but he would ( Read more... )

[OOC: Contains potential spoilers as it takes place shortly after the end of I, Lucifer. Please read this slated entry first before commenting.]It was horribly unpleasant trying to sleep the night after I had organized Lucifer's papers, added my notes and gone on my not-so-merry way to nowhere in particular. I had done this to myself, but I still ( Read more... )