Ever since the night I met with Bianca - her futile attempt to sway me on the subject of Daniel's captivity - I knew something wasn't right. There, in the courtyard, in the shadows, I had felt it, and had written it off as unimportant, more concerned with the matters at hand than with some feeling that could be nothing more than mental irritation ( Read more... )

I've removed the option to post anonymously here. Even though it's a small percentage, some people like to use the feature to leave smart remarks because they don't have the guts to stand behind their own words.

How simple my task has been, enslaving Armand's fledgling. He offers such little resistance that I might almost suspect that he welcomes it ( Read more... )

There are many voices to be heard in the night. Few are as enticing as the voice of madness. Its fantastical pleas can be heard at great distances by those who are attentive ( Read more... )

Downtown, West Coast, North America ( Read more... )

But here it is.