King Random of Amber, feeling decidedly unkinglike, is sitting on a couch with a cup of coffee and a cigarette, pouring over his father's old books and looking at records of diplomatic relations with Rebma over the past few thousand years. His father kept good records, he'll give him that. This is the first time he's been allowed to look at them ( Read more... )

Somewhere, on a floor in Milliways, sits a young man, with a deck of cards ( Read more... )

Random is sitting at a booth, tracing lines on a map with his fingers and considering the spread out paper very, very carefully.

It's not a map of anywhere on earth. There's no coasts like this on that planet. He's not looking at the coasts right now, he's looking at Arden, the sprawling forest.

For the first time ever in two and a half years, Random of Amber is Bound.

This would not, you must understand, actually stop him from leaving here. He rarely, if ever, left by the normal door even when he wasn't. But now it's disappeared, and since he came in thinking he needed a break and it'd be nice to spend time somewhere where it didn't ( Read more... )

It occurred to Watson when he opened the door to his study, that the room he had just walked into was not, in fact, his study. On the contrary, instead of the dreary London afternoon shining its way through the window, there was, in its place, a bar. Watson blinked several times to reaffirm that he was not imagining it, and as he did so, he found ( Read more... )

He's tall, he's blonde, he's prettier than your average bear.

That's right. Harding's here to play.

He's not been to Milliways in months, and judging by the dark smudges under his eyes, he's missed his refuge. He is sipping tea and looking content; that does not mean he would mind some company.

Please! Sit. Catch up a while; he's got the time.

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Random opens the door to the castle, and it leads to the bar. He pauses for a moment on the thresh hold, unsure whether to enter or just turn around and let that be the end of it ( Read more... )

Tonight there is a hippie in the bar ( Read more... )

Random of Amber, long time no bloody see, arrives in the bar. He looks like he's been busy. Hey, there've been crystal serpents to fight, brothers to rescue, other brothers to attempt to assassinate...

Heck, it's been a crazy few... however long it's been. A lot longer for him than for the bar, and since that's been a while too, the ill-fated ( Read more... )

OOM: In which a Prince of Amber, a Fae, a God of Madness and Some Guy Really Out Of His Depth play poker.

And the Chronicles of Amber begin.

From the table, the young Amberite exits at a run, hand on his sword.