(around the same time as this?)

Back in his apartment on the edge of the Gold Coast, Thomas Raith waited for a phone call. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the particular phone call, it also meant he had to deal with having one nervous, broody, absurdly tall little brother in his way while he waited. And it wasn't even his little brother that he ( Read more... )

( A Continuation)

Lara would be the first to say that there was no art to the Hunger's feeding, that despite its knowledge and its cruelty, it was still simply Hunger, that it took because taking was what it was meant to do. But when coupled with a mind, especially one that had studied pleasure for centuries, then feeding became artistry.

And a ( Read more... )

The day after she met Corwin, Gwen began to dream ( Read more... )

The writers and poets had always had a fascination with Paris, with the whole idea of its potential for romance, for love. And maybe that was partly why Lara had never quite liked it. She'd always been more partial to Italy, to Naples and Venice and Florence, among others. The Vatican too, but that was a different sort of pleasure. But Traducteurs ( Read more... )

It was a cool night, as cool as the night she'd overcome her father through Harry Dresden's machinations. Not surprising, given that it had been five years since that night, to the day. Lara Raith wasn't much for sentiment, but on such an occasion, she allowed herself the indulgence ( Read more... )

Ebenezar McCoy watched from the doorway as the glass jar he'd pitched out bounced along the rolling hillside until it disappeared behind a verdant bush. He watched for a few minutes, but when the jar seemed content to stay where it was, the wizard turned away from it and headed back into the house, his footsteps brisk and sure despite his apparent ( Read more... )

Battlestar Galactica


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Lost had ended maybe ten minutes ago, but there was still half a pizza left so Thomas didn't see much of a reason to get up. A peppy teen movie replaced the rerun on television, but he didn't bother reaching for the remote, instead wolfing down half a slice of pepperoni pizza.

A now-familiar whistle sounded from outside his door, accompanied by the ( Read more... )

Ficlets inspired/prompted by secondcityrpg collected all in one place.

( Prompt: Old Spice )

Delicious Dark Appeal

“--And you will let the good Baron know that we appreciated his assistance? Perhaps with a little gift. Something the Valkyrie would not object to.” My assistant swallowed audibly at that, and I hid a smile behind a slow languid stretch. Justine had no cause to worry; I'd given my dear baby brother my word for her safety, and ( Read more... )