SirenCymbaline

The light of the campfire revealed a horned, pitch black, leathery skinned Damascus. No wonder he'd been so difficult to find in the dark! "You do have horns!" Boris said ...

Damascus sank me to the floor, and although our bodies arose, my mind remained there. Surely he knew exactly what he was doing. People danced with each other all the ...

I met Zephyrus' introduction with a look of resigned disdain. "More gods. Delightful. If he is a part of Kartiel and Rendra's lot, I am going home." I said. Jokes ...

I'll admit that it relieved me to find that Damascus' troubles arose from sources unrelated to myself. I was moderately disgusted that such a thing should bring me relief, but ...

With Damascus' kind tutoring, it wasn't too difficult to adjust to this elevated style. When the time came to pick up the pace, I was all too glad to follow ...

Sevy was unconvinced. I was glad that he was at least not visibly disturbed by this, but still, it was embarrassing. I did not dwell on the thought for very ...

Raiden tumbled bodily from the roof, and thudded unceremoniously on the ground, in a stunningly apt imitation of my reputation after that old masquerade business. Sweet God. And there I ...

Thank God, it was Schadel and Engel! They were fine, Damascus was fine, everyone had been reunited, and even though some of the others had been so frightened, it would ...

Edward said Schadel had a light, Boris repeated to himself. He squeezed Damascus' hand. Only to keep Damascus calm, of course.

Brotherly concern expressed, Boris stood back, coughed stoically, and wiped tears from his face. Nobody saw that, he told himself. It's too dark, nobody saw. "See, James?" he said, casually. ...

That was Damascus' voice! It didn't say anything he could understand, but it was definitely him! He hadn't been eaten! Boris let go of James' hand, and ran to the ...

I knew a plethora of suitably debonair lines that I could have employed, then. But in the magnetic pull of the musical strain, the pull of Damascus, I could only ...

"Likewise. A cat, you say?" I gave Damascus a playful glance. "There's a story, here." "You'll have to educate me, someday. We have veritable treasure troves of stories to exchange, ...

What was that, humming, in the distance? It wasn't a bear, obviously, but it made Boris' skin crawl nonetheless. But humming was a distinctly human, or at least humanoid, noise, ...

Siren glowed with happiness at being praised. "Anytime!" she exclaimed brightly. But then Zech said he'd had his claws removed. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be ...