Tim woke with a start, and a strangled gasp, jerking up in his seat. Which scared a short yelp from the man sitting next to him. Marsh, a fellow American student looked around embarrassed. None of the other passengers seemed to have noticed anything, so he turned to Tim ( Read more... )

It had come to Tim's notice recently that he had never actually been to Ireland. While studying in England he'd taken a few trips to "The Continent", and been up to Scotland many times. But never to the country that comprised half his ancestry ( Read more... )

"Good news everyone! The day we have all awaited, some of us more patiently than others will soon be upon us! The Great Alignment! Yes, soon, the worlds will align, our great island will rise from the hidden depths, Mother Domnu shall be released from her eternal exile, and once again the Fomors shall walk upon the land!!

"Let's see, what else ( Read more... )

Someone was banging on the door. Tim, ready for anything today, lost no time in answering. It was Samhain, Halloween. The day when the barrier between the living world and the world of the dead was at it's thinnest. The Unseelie Christmas ( Read more... )

Neil hat taken to calling their apartment in London The Flat. As if he was trying to remind himself what Brits called them ( Read more... )

Returning from the Christmas holiday, Tim was jet-lagged and tired, and thus did not notice the figure on the couch at first. Not till he flopped down beside it, and cast a casual glance in that direction ( Read more... )

The road to hell was paved with good intentions, that's what they said. well Tim didn't know about that, but this hangover seemed to be a good metaphor for that. Some well meaning Fae had slipped some human spirits into the course of drinks the night before. Elven wine didn't come with hangovers ( Read more... )

The men had been chased out (even the Bannik) and it was time for the dressmaker (a literal domestic goddess) on loan from the Faerie Court to get the bridesmaids fitted for their dresses.

She looked at the arrayed girls and smirked. "Aside from height, you all seem to be the same body type. That should make things simpler."

[For Gwynn]

"I still can't believe you've never been here." Faust said, looking up at the statue. You've lived in New York all your life ( Read more... )

Why Tim felt the need to run outside the moment he woke up he wasn't sure. Assure himself everything was still standing perhaps?

That had been...a most unpleasant dream, to say the least. And now there was another thing he needed to do ( Read more... )