She looked down at the child, one of her finely sculpted eyebrows lifted into an arch. Something about the youth seemed odd, it was either an excess of knowledge and maturity or just outright madness. All and all it was hard for the Queen to tell. Instead, she focused on the youth…...
The last she remember was the crashing waves against the deck of one of the black ships that she had commandeered from the Prince’s army. It was a foolish idea, she knew it even when she was summoning a host of the dead to assist her in piloting the wicked vessel. Still, she couldn’t serve...
I should warn you, that my tale is not a happy one. It has had it’s up at times, but, for the most parts these only seem to better serve to allow the lows to hit me even harder. Still, because of what I am… and what I will do my tale will be told. So, I might as well provide my own words to...
Changeling: Windy City Blues
I’ve been rereading Neverwhere quite a bit, and listening to a bit of Michael Jackson. After watching Smooth Criminal, I started having the inkling’s of a an idea forming in my head. I’m just going to throw it out there and see if I get any bites.
The...