SirenCymbaline

I sat down cross-legged by Damascus, on the bank, and watched him play in the water. His sweet wonder never ceased to captivate me. "You won't get them to come ...

Had water on the surface always been so blue? So green? I had never been one to pine for the surface, but now that it was coming back to me, ...

Apparently, I had more breath to lose than I thought I did. Had I said that before? I was a damn fool. "Mmm...under normal circumstances, no, but, how can I ...

"Oh." said Boris, flustered. "Um." He coughed, and recovered his usual confident tone. "I'm eight. My birthday is the 20th of March, 1850. So in Edward's time..." he paused to ...

When you could mess with people's memories, it was easy to get used to the assurance that came with it. A responsible magic user remembered to take all precaution, consider ...

I surveyed our surroundings, and happily, a lead cropped up in no time at all. I turned to Damascus. "There's a creek, just ahead. If Schadel is here, she was ...

Brian let out a sigh of relief. So those two were good for something. He dropped back to the ground, and stretched a hand out to the guy with the ...

It hadn't occured to Boris that Damascus wouldn't want to be defended in such a way, or that he had never needed defending in the first place. Maybe it would ...

Siren scooted over to the table, still keeping a respectful distance from Kratzer. She set the marmalade jar on the table, and wiped her dirty hands on the tablecloth. "Do ...

Something about running around in the forest with Damascus lit up a spark within me, and I felt like a wicked little boy once again. I gave Damascus a sly ...

I wasn't really sure what I had expected. I was grateful that Damascus did not press the matter, but it did surprise me to hear evasive placations coming from him. ...

Almost immediately after its conception, our makeshift group had already begun to fall apart, to the great dismay of poor James, who had appointed himself shepherd. Just as well. Despite ...

The Grim Reaper had just accepted what amounted to a friendship proposal. That was nice. Bleffles was thinking about how she was going to tell her grandchildren about this someday, ...

Why was Edward still like this? His fright had been understandable, sympathetic to a point, but it had gone on for too long and now Boris just found him annoying. ...

I was woken from my reverie by a simple, sober question. It saddened me, to remember the duty that this time, I was thankful to leave behind me. "Oh. You ...