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Damascus stole the lead, and though I could scarcely believe it, I found myself all too glad to let him take it. He had already impressed me by the speed ...

Bleffles looked up from her job to see Griffith looking very quiet, over by a pillar. She figured that if she had skeletal arms, she would be shy about them, ...

Bleffles was a tad shocked by the spirit-y thing that Natasha was apparently soul frenemies with, but she felt as though it might be rude to ask about him. She ...

However long it had been, Damascus picked up the dance astoundingly well. It was apparent from his furtive overhead glances and the stiff deliberacy of his early movements that he ...

With the shock of all these revelations, Bleffles was torn between sinking to the floor, rushing over to Addie, or sitting resolutely on top of the sarcophagus, just in case. ...

Bleffles turned her head, to check on Addie. Shards of glass littered the floor. Painted...painted glass. Okay? "Is that, uh, is that a good sound? I don't think that's a ...

Boris was still enchanted by the unearthliness of Damascus and Schadel's abilities. He felt as though he should say something about it, but wasn't sure of anything. So he decided ...

Out of everything that happened since Bleffles followed Adeline into the room, only a few things actually registered. The mummy was one, the fleshless arm hanging from Griffith's shoulder was ...

"Six is a baby," said Siren, who had been spacing out for most of Maahes' complicated explanation. "And if another bunny comes along to hurt him, I will bite it." ...

We bowed to each other, to signify the beginning of the dance. Damascus' bow was a little delayed, as though he'd forgotten that custom, through the centuries. I smiled at ...

"I've got one. How'd you come to meet Schadel, again? Alsho, shorry I ashked about the whole ghosht thing, in hindshight that was rude." I was still reeling from that ...

Damascus' name was something precious to him... and Boris had made fun of that name, almost as soon as they'd met. He'd gone too far without even knowing it. He ...

I'mma be historically innacurate and go with a 19th century polka, because 18th century dances are passionless and boring and I hate them. Here's a video of a 19th century ...

"-Good Christ, Raiden, are you just everywhere these days?" I said, startled.

I'd seen Damascus use his powers before, shifting his form to imitate James when we were children, changing from a woman in a silvery dress to his current form, back ...