Donovan was back in St.Louis -- still, no door. Everybody was frantically busy with their own relationships, so Donovan didn't go and ask ( Read more... )

Donovan wouldn't run to Anita Blake for help as a matter of course; but cooperation between all the shifters in town means that she should at least know while he keeps looking ( Read more... )

Two weeks, and still no door ( Read more... )

Donovan is lying on the bed, naked after his morning shower, reading the local newspaper and drinking strong coffee.

Good grief, is there ever a time when there are no gory murders in St. Louis ( Read more... )

As requested by i_open_doors and alchemistseraph

Warning: This is the Anita Blake-verse. Nuff said. Consider yourself warned for really squicky stuff!

( Horny Donovan )

Something is cooking among the people in the Circus: - that much, Donovan has gathered from the rumours creeping around the were-animals of St. Louis. They tend to be a rather close circle. A thousand people, more or less -- that is a very, very small rural town, in translation. One doctor, one hospital ( Read more... )

The Swan King normally flies business class ( Read more... )