SirenCymbaline

I nodded in turn. "Time, though it can be a cruel master, blesses in equal measure, if not more, when it comes to love. Ah, if only Edward and Schadel ...

Hah. For most it would be unsafe to prod James so, but I was his brother, and there was nothing he could do about it. If I got on his ...

I could not help him. I could not save him. I could comfort him, maybe. If I could give him even that, only that, if I could give him something ...

I squinted at him, hard. "...The hell?" I hissed in bewilderment.

I was thrown across the room, the back of my head smacked into the bar, and I slumped onto the floor, rattled, and spent. The fight was over. Furious tears ...

I frowned scathingly at Engel. The gall of him, the absolute gall. But I did have a little to thank him for, the way he had leaned himself upon my ...

Oh, no, I was not letting him get away with this. I felt a little bad for shouting at him so close to Damascus, (I patted him on the back ...

I barked at Engel, tears trickling through the corners of my eyes. So enraged was I by his lack of respect, I forgot the contents of what he had said. ...

I was caught up laughing over James' impression of Edward, and by the time I had come to, he was gone, before our very eyes. Engel acknowledged it, and James ...

"Huh." I said, impressed, and mildly spooked. I broke into slow, clumsy applause, followed by laughter. "Marveloush. I didn' know you had a gift for voices. Hah, if you'n, an' ...

So Zephyrus had the trappings of something that could technically be called civilisation, yet was unacquainted with matches. Well. I supposed we couldn't all be so advanced. "Sticks that are ...

Strange, just how similar James' accent was to the ones from the former colony of America. I'd met few real Americans, I was more familiar with impressions from Englishmen who ...

"No, I'm alright." I told Damascus, automatically. He had seen me. Why had he seen me? That was not a fair question, when it was I who had watched him ...

My eyes chanced upon Auryon the moment something surged forth from her: a golden-eyed witch of a woman, graceful, elemental, burning with insatiable, hellish light. Had I said witch? The ...

I rested my face in my hands, and elbows upon the table, smiling gently at Edward's story. At the mention of Shakespeare and crass humour, I perked up immediately, scoffed, ...