The Monster Hunter's Daughter: Scene I

Scene I

The waxing moon was bright and nearly full over the fog-laden streets of New Tamsbridge.  It was the middle of October, and the wet chill hanging in the air like the freezing breath of winter kept the streets eerily quiet. When the metal door opened, the din of the industrial club inside seemed hugely loud and alien, and when it clanged shut the sound echoed down the streets like rolling thunder. At the corner of the alley, a black-clad woman smiled to herself.  She had been waiting.  She strained her ears, and she heard it, barely: the quietest gasp of feigned passion. Her smile grew, and slowly drew her dagger out from its sheath hidden at the small of her back, hidden underneath her designer leather jacket. I’d prefer a gun for a serpent in a back alley, but bloody things haven’t arrived yet. The knife will do for now.   Besides, if I’m lucky, it will be otherwise engaged. She slipped out of her stilettos, pushing them into the shadows under a fire escape, and turned the c…

Spaghetti Alla Puttanesca

A good easy lunch if you have a few minutes, exploding with all the flavors of Lazio and Sicily- so celebrating both the Mediterranean bloodlines of yours truly.  According to the stories (probably apocryphal), this was a quick and easy meal Italian prostitutes cooked themselves between clients.  Alternatively, it was a meal they used to attract customers.

Remembered Kisses: Chapter 19: Three Pixies and a Mage

The three women stared at him, and he watched back. “Sam,” Pallas said.  “These are Fen,” she gestured, “Petal,” the one with blue and pink hair curtsied, “And Lapis.”  The last one winked. “Given your reaction, I guess I don’t need to explain what they are.”

“I’ve seen glamour before,” Sam said vaguely, just watching.  “And read a book or two.  Although I’ve never seen a pixie in the flesh.  I was given to understand the door to faerie was shut.”

“It is,” Petal said.  “We’re an exception.”  She peered at him.  “Was it really that easy to pierce our glamour?  I don’t think your third eye is even open!”

“I didn’t see through it,” he said.  “I felt the difference.  Your energy fills up a room, and there’s a unique smell.”

“We smell?”  Lapis said, and she turned to Fen.  “I bet it’s you.  I bet you smell like blood and crankiness.”

“As opposed to gin and bad decisions?”

“I stand by all my decisions!  Well, most of them.  Some of them.  One or two.”

Sam looked at Petal, who was smoothing …

Remembered Kisses: Chapter 18: A Grey-Eyed Lady

Chapter 18: A Grey-Eyed Lady

When Sam woke up it was dark.  He hurt all over. He was on a bed, he thought. It was warm. He turned.  It was a mistake.  It hurt more.

“I wouldn’t do that,” said a woman’s voice.  “You were pretty banged up.”

“I... yes.  I was.”  He remembered everything perfectly, the whole struggle by the monument, the whole thing seared into his memory.  He slowly pushed himself up and pushed the blanket down to his waist.

A Tale of Three Pixies: Scene Ten

A Tale of Three Pixies
Scene Ten
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“Well,” Fen said as they stepped out into the foggy night.  “That was… something,” she said.  “And unexpected. I will miss our sister.”

“I will too,” replied Lapis.  “I never would have thought…”

“There’s something wrong,” Petal said.  “With her, I mean.  She’s one of us but there’s a shadow over her.”

“That's because she’s been touched by shadow,” said Saul, stepping out of the pub after them.  He had put his fedora back on and his jacket was pulled tight against the autumn cold.  “The grin from my vision.  It was a goblin’s smile. She was kidnapped by them this spring.”

“Taken?” Fen asked, turning, eyes wide.  “By goblins?”

“Aye.  For their king, I think.  It was a full raiding party.  They took her to a door to the Otherworld, almost all the way to nightmare.  No one was sure why.”  He paused.  “Now I’m a little more sure.  Their king wanted faerie blood.”

“There’s any sort of mischief he could have managed with that,” Fen…

Remembered Kisses: Chapter 17: Spiders in the Shadows

Chapter 17: Spiders in the Shadows

Sam was restless after he closed the Dusty Covers.  Audrey was studying, Methuselah was content to spend the day exhibiting his human-esque shape, playing checkers with himself, so she was looked-after.  Sam checked on her and then, taking his long coat to ward against the cold, slipped out into the foggy night.  He didn’t know where he was going, so he just walked and thought.  He thought about Marcus and Kendra.  He thought about Audrey.  He thought about Sofia.  So many interlocking parts.  He was more convinced than ever that Kendra’s murderer had not been a vampire; but concerned that it had been made to look like one.  But what if that’s what the Lorenzos want me to think?  It’s all too easy.  All carefully arranged.  Accept no answer as impossible until it’s been thoroughly debunked. Accept nothing on faith; trust only the evidence of your eyes.

It started to rain a little, just an ice-cold drizzle, but enough for Sam to be thankful for his co…

Remembered Kisses: Chapter 16: Frustrations

Chapter 16: Frustrations

Sam met his apprentice for coffee at the campus commissary. As the young man settled onto the wire-work chair across from him, Sam scrutinized him carefully. He looks like he hasn’t slept for weeks.
Sam took a sip of his coffee, brewed strong and black, and glanced over at his friend.  “You’re hitting it a little hard, aren’t you?”  He asked.  “You haven’t been sleeping.”

Marcus shook his head.

“Still hearing her voice?”

Marcus nodded.  “In my sleep,” he said. He splayed his fingers together on the table. “And in my waking.  She’s asking me to help her.  She's telling me she loves me.  Asking me to save her.  I don’t know, Professor.”  He looked up, staring at Sam with bag-laden eyes.  “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Sam nodded.  He took a sip of his coffee. It was a good brew, but the local place that had won the rights to have a stall off the quad was known for it. “Have you seen anybody about it?”

“About what? Hearing the voice of my dead lover?”  Mar…