I believe I am well again, finally. I think I'll make some tea ( Read more... )

What an exciting time this has been. I've hardly had any time to read ( Read more... )

Hm. I must say, all of this business with violence and doubles and whatnot? Despicable. Really ( Read more... )

Blue is not my color. Tartan is very nice, thanks, you two, and I miss my scarves already.

On the plus side, At least I have tea.

[scribbled more hastily:]

I've never met this Lezard fellow, but if he would kindly not terrorize my, er, friends any further? That would be smashing. Thank you.

That- whatever it was I woke up in was highly unpleasant. I'd like to not repeat that, in the future ( Read more... )

The angel stood close to the Eastern Gate, staring out and watching the storm clouds multiply and grow towards the east. He was very nervous. His hands felt empty without the flaming sword he'd been given to carry, and he wrung them desperately for a moment before resting one on the stone of the Gate's wall and keeping the other firmly at his side ( Read more... )