Death felt hot, and dark, and loud and silent all at the same time.  And it kind of tickled.

It wasn’t over like all the storybooks said it would be. There was no warm wash of air, or pretty clouds or glowing white light and the smiling face of her dead grandfather.  It wasn’t even close to falling asleep.  It was too bright for that.  It was too ( Read more... )

( Fitz had long kept a little black book )

It was late in evening when DG returned to Taxon after three weeks of something far stranger than sleep. The moon that should have been shining above her was obscured by thick cloud and she stepped out of the deserted work shop into a wall of snow ( Read more... )

[Jason is in what used to be Sookie's house next door, sitting at the kitchen table. He looks confused and guilty, like he had committed a serious offense but can't remember what it is though he is determined to make up for it.]

Sook's gone. Like, taken by the aliens and won't be back no more gone. Loki's still gone too.

All the people I know best ( Read more... )

When Glitch awoke, he knew the following: that he was in Taxon, in the palace, in his own room, in his own bed, his limbs were comfortably entangled with DG's, his right shoulder ached a bit but that was typical and would fade as the day went on, and that there was a lengthy list of things he wanted to accomplish. When plans for how to organize and ( Read more... )

The tablet switched on when Godric flipped Faith over in bed, his bared fangs a marked contrast to the playful, lusty grin that displayed them. He laughed as Faith swore at him, grinning and laughing herself, all teeth and fire. She sought to overpower him, and after some struggling that could better be called mutual groping, he allowed it. She ( Read more... )

Fitz finished washing his hands and glanced up at the bathroom mirror to find the Doctor behind him, leaning against the door jamb and smiling. For a few moments all Fitz could do was gawp as he studied the familiar features - the tousled chestnut hair, the bright blue eyes, the cravat and the velvet coat. Even after six months apart he knew with ( Read more... )

Word has it, Taxon, that there's going to be a party. These rumors are not untrue, for one slaying has arranged something of a get together for the Fourth of July. Unfortunately, the Extras have caught wind of this soirée and are already in the presence of crashing it, rocking those holey jeans and chilling with some Lynyrd Skynyrd and good ol' Hank ( Read more... )

Brennan is seated outside on one of the benches sprinkled throughout the sprawling gardens flanking the Jeffersonian Institute, going over the tablet posts from the other citizens. The museum/research facility she'd brought with her into Taxon upon her arrival had been moved from Shelley to the Central district during their forced stay in the same ( Read more... )

The sun's scrambled high into the sky like a sure-footed kid climbing a tree-it's the itch under his collar and the sweat on his palms. He raises the hoe and swings it down into dry earth, sending up a puff of dust. There's always one weed left. Sun's baleful glare on his back, he drives the blade in again. He hears himself grunt (it sounds more ( Read more... )