[ After this"They're about a mile ahead ( Read more... )

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce would never say he's used to L.A. as Hell on Earth, but he's reached the point where he's no longer preoccupied by it. It's simply a fact, the new reality he has to cope with. It's the fact he's a living, breathing person again that he's having trouble dealing with. That and a certain, impossibly stubborn, blue goddess ( Read more... )

Wesley has no idea how long it's been since he returned to L.A. He'd gotten used to ignoring time while in Milliways. There was little reason to do otherwise. Despite the passing of seasons, one was always at the End of Time. Finer distinctions had always seemed more than a little pointless ( Read more... )

 
[After this.]

Roger is talking. It’s been over a week, and he is still talking“...Of course, upon my return, I presented my superiors with a full report of my success. It was said to be the most auspicious first mission in the history of the Watchers Council ( Read more... )

 
[After this]Geburah feels colder to Wesley this time. And, perhaps because he last journeyed here with Illyria, the solitude feels much more intense. He can almost imagine the wind whistling mournfully over desolate hills and ancient ruins ( Read more... )

 
Wesley is up in his room putting a last few items in a canvas haversack. He would have liked something more rugged, but he needs to travel light, and anyway, there's little chance of severe weather where he is going.

When was the last time he had actually done something? Was it his last journey to where he must return yet again? Back to the ( Read more... )

 
From the final chapter of the Scrolls of Marius:

"And so it came to pass that in the land of eternal twilight, the disciples assembled to set their path to the future. And the signs they did take onto themselves were those of the Wolf, the Ram, and the Hart...."Wesley read that, and the passages which followed it, two hours and a bottle of ( Read more... )

 
He’d given it the best try he could. For a few days, he'd made the effort to come down to the bar, to give at least the appearance of being social, of possibly even giving a damn about the place. He had tried.

But that was weeks ago now.

He was done. He had been done for some time. If he was honest with himself, he'd been done even before Fred ( Read more... )

Wesley is up in his room. He is quite drunk. He has been so for days ( Read more... )

 
He doesn't want it to come to this.

No, that's a lie. He's actually hoping that it will ( Read more... )