Marching Bands of Manhattan, Death Cab for Cutie Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Shelving books seemed to be his thing. Simeon used to help, but now that he was one of the Sages, he didn’t have enough time to bother with it, and it fell to Ezio. Ezio didn’t mind. He didn’t have anything else to be doing right now. It turned out shelving books was a good excuse not to get caught up in conversations he had no interest in. Morgyn was the outgoing one. He smiled and nodded until the other party got bored and went away. Some would say it was a bad way of handling…

That’s All, Genesis Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Record players were wonderful inventions. Most of the time, the Vatore siblings had a minor disagreement about technology and how useful it was, but record players were on the list of things they both could agree were wonderful inventions. Lilith smiled to herself, gently setting the vinyl record on the turn table, and then setting the needle in its grooves. Caleb, reading a book across the room, smiled slightly as Fleetwood Mac began to play from the table speakers, and Lilith smiled even brighter. Very few things put her in a good mood, after all, and seeing her in a good…

You Make Me Sick, P!nk Previous | Chapter Listing | Next This didn’t have what he was looking for, either. Ezio released a sigh, tossing the book he’d been reading onto the table. So far, he’d been through about half the books about different languages that he could find in headquarters, and none of them seemed to have the information he was looking for. None of them had writing anything like the mysterious leather-bound book that insisted on staying with him. The only consolation was that he’d not had any trouble from it. The idea of asking Simeon for help did cross his mind. Aside from himself, Simeon knew the…

It’s Gonna Be Alright, Basixx, Easton Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Straud Manor was always a bit of a foreboding sight. It wasn’t as if Lilith was afraid of the place, it just seemed a bit harsher than it needed to be, a fortress of secrets, just like the one who lived within its walls, if one could call this living. Lilith took a breath in, watching the lights through the windows. Vlad didn’t even know what utilities were, and stuck with good old fashioned candlesticks for lighting. Lilith was fairly sure he didn’t even own a bookshelf to pass the time. That sounded rather boring, if one asked…

Dreams, Fleetwood Mac Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Caster’s Alley was always a bit of a flurry of activity. Some came just to watch other spellcasters get into duels with one another (and friendly duels in Caster’s Alley were fairly common), but it kept it feeling alive. Ezio wasn’t as outgoing as Morgyn was, but he did like to know there were other people out there. It helped for not quite feeling so alone, and Ezio often did. As he headed for the shop he was after, he passed a few spellcasters he recognised. Each one got a nod of his head, perhaps a smile for ones he really…

Always Gold, Radical Face. Previous | Chapter Listing | Next Magic Realm, 1984 The cycle had to continue. In Aine’s absence, of course, life went on in Magic Realm. Nothing seemed to change, even. It was a little quieter, Morgyn awoke without a sense of urgency, and, that morning, Ezio said there was less oppression in the air. Morgyn hated to admit that he was right, but, he was right. She was gone, and with her, those expectations of hers that Morgyn never seemed able to meet. It always felt like Morgyn was a constant disappointment to Aine. Nothing the blond ever did managed to be correct in her eyes,…

Part I: Tell Me Lies Little Lies, Fleetwood Mac Chapter Listing | Next France, 1763 Rose was gone. It was for the best, but now he had a thousand things to do, loose ends to tie up, projects to oversee. It was easier, when Rose was here, for him to think, to focus, but it was for the best that Rose was gone. There was only the sound of his boots hitting the ground, crunching the snow, his laboured breathing hanging in the air for a moment before vanishing. Eventually, Jean would find out what he’d done, and there’d undoubtedly be hell to pay. With any luck, it’d be someone…