"You're shittin' me!" "No baby, I'm not. Would I do that to you?" "Booker, I'm serious! You mean to tell me that was a man?" Booker Valenz, a nineteen-year-old...
Grane's voice echoed off the close confines of the walled garden, making all of them jump. Perched in the window to the upstairs bathroom, he still looked...
"…your flair for drama dese days iz rivaling dat uf da Fianna of dis Sept." Panzer grimaced, eyeballing his Beta with barely concealed irritation. There was...
... of a predator finally in the kill position crept across Grane's face. He had to surpress the chuckle that would have told Gunnar in no uncertain terms...
…she was to prove herself using a talent that was intermittent at best? Well, at least they knew she wasn't lying about the incident and now they wanted her...
Out of proper courtesy, Panzer thanked both Yosef and `Ran for their participation and if there was nothing else, they could go. Mirain started to go too,...
…Grane hissed, running the back of his hand across his bleeding lip. The surprise slap had rocked his head hard enough to dislodge the guitar string that...
...that gripped Gunnar's heart now had nothing to do with Grane's newfound gifts; gifts he seemed to be adapting to very quickly. Rage and adrenaline surged...
with Milo. Her hand gently resting on his hip as they walked. A few hours ago this might have felt awkward and strange, but now it felt more like she was...
…Mirain watched wide-eyed at the whole exchange between the two Garou outside. Never before had she seen such open hostility between Septmates. It was like...
Milo repeated again to himself. "You know, girl, I'm no stranger to fog. Grew up in the bloody stuff, I did. Fog everywhere all the time. You know what the...
... in the direction Milo randomly chose, the path continued into the deep fog. It semed to start parting before them, revealing the winding path under thier...
"Someday, we will be here to join the fight." She looked to the cubs, a serious look upon her face. "If you are asked by any down there to join the battles,...
...keeping a watchful eye on the centurion as he passed. The clothing and the title both summoned up the visions of his Sept's battle with a demon of the same...
...Milo dipped his head and averted his eyes from the Theurge. The fetish he wore was one forged by the Glasswalkers, maybe after all this he'd get a chance...
...had moved over to sit at the corner of the bar, keeping `Ran company while he worked. Grane was still outside having his `discussion' with Gunnar so Mirain...
...Julio could see several courses of action while facing the Plain and the Armies of the Apocalypse. They were lucky... it seems they had not come near the...
...would normally follow the beating Grane had just endured, but he felt his Rage boiling. Clutching the rim of the fountain, he watched as blood from his...
Rushing forward, Milo moved Jory aside and put a hand on the wound. "Dammit Nullset, you are NOT going to die on me!" He felt for a pulse that was barely...
…Mirain stood waiting outside the garage with all that she had. Actually it only took her less than five minutes to get ready, the other fifteen she spent...
...what he said or did there was no way he could have won. Once again, Grane had twisted everything around. If Panzer had whomped him in homid, Hess would...
It was something of a momentous decision to enter the bar at all. Races-The-Wind had spent several days scouting the area out, not at all pleased with what she...
...'Ran had kept a close eye on the Jarl as he brooded at the pack table in the corner. Gunnar was in a very volitile mood after his confrontation with Grane...
Tied to a wheel fingers got to feel I spin on a whim I slide to the right I felt you like electric light For our love For our fear For our rise against the...
...worked quickly and with an expertise that few had ever seen. Milo stood by chewing nervously on the inside of his lip. All around them the warriors kept...
"Thanks Jon. Better than what was originally planned." She stood, and looked to Jory. "He's a Hell of an operator. Patched myself, and a few others up."...
... we need those databases and Netspiders linked! We've been tracking her for days now and don't even have a prelim mockup." Billy leaned forward in his seat...
...and his breathing followed suit. Tensed muscles relaxed, and he rolled to one side, spitting to clear his mouth of clotted blood. Death's care had done...
No sooner had Gunnar sat down at his table when a small disturbance had errupted at one of the pool tables. At first he was going to ignore the raised voices,...
Disgustedly Gunnar returned to his table. If things like this continued for the rest of the night there was going to be a throating. Kele had been edging for...
