In general, Mad Sweeney was opposed to celebrating Christian holidays and he wasn't too terribly fond of Patrick, the man who had driven the snakes from Ireland, but he loved St. Patrick's Day. It was the one day of the year when the leprechaun could tell people exactly what he was and instead of calling him crazy, they would buy him a drink. So ( Read more... )

Honestly, brothers and sisters, we're so unorganized. All the Greek gods have their shit together and where are we? Nowhere, that's where we are. I say we get our act together, organize a little. At the very least, let each other know that we're here. I know my father and uncle are here, and now my cousin. -- and Thor, of course, how could I forget ( Read more... )

One end of the lake is shrouded in mist this morning. Not so unusual. What is unusual, however, is the ship that sails out of the mist. The mist departs, pierced by the early spring light, and so does the magic that brought it here, the ship, Hringhorni, is brought to a halt and a rope ladder is thrown over one side, followed by what appears to be ( Read more... )

"What's more important: romance or lust?"

"Anyone know how in hell to get a drink in this place?"

"To anyone who has children or plans to have children, I have a question: WHY? What do you want them for?"

Mo Chroi's hair was getting long, his body was growing, in both width and length. He had no problems eating, now, he'd eat anything you'd put in front of him, and he was always singing ( Read more... )

Sweeney's been drinking. It come as quite a shock to those who know him, but between the baby and the rehabilitating junkie, it's been a long time since he's has let himself go. Sure, he still pulls the flask out every now and then, but he hasn't been the perpetually slurring, gregarious, mad leprechaun that the world is used to ( Read more... )

Kate Morgan, Renaissance scholar turned private investigator, has only just arrived and has already encountered the Mansion's bloodier side. Her olive skin is pale, but she's composed enough as she enters the main room with blood on her clothes and without the coffee she'd sought out the kitchen to get ( Read more... )

Through the halls of the mansion comes the sounds of music. The Beatles to be precise. The main room has been converted so that a stage fills one wall and on it are four people, Lily Starr behind the drums, on bass is a James McCartney with very-expressive eyebrows. And also up the front we have Sirius Lennon and George Moony

"There's nothing you ( Read more... )