TheOneWingedAngel

A Lady of Summer born of a winter King to rest upon the silver dignity Adorned in dreams this fairy queen forged of reverie will bear illuminated sovereignty Fading will be this fairy queen only to be saved by mortality A mortal child of ill that should not be, born without soul into poverty Children of fate intertwined Neither whole without the other Body and soul make one whole Destined to rule as divine Body and soul set ablaze A phoenix from the ashes raised In the fires of creation Will two burned become one Forged together in primordial fire The newly divine will rule in Eire Maggots and rot in an endless sea The land of the young un

      Cassandra made her way through the thicket of the swamp. She pushed aside branches with one arm, while in the other she carried a small, precious bundle, holding it tight so as not to drop it. On most nights it would have been difficult to see, however, on this auspicious night the moon shined bright. As Cassandra cleared the last of the thicket, she saw it: a great stump upon a barren knoll, exactly as had been described. She hurried over to it in anticipation, nearly tripping in the rush.       The stump was hollow. On its side was a cleft, too narrow for any ordinary person to fit th

      Kiera growled and bared her teeth as she squared off with the two thugs. She had been on her way back from the grocery store when she caught them roughing up the homeless man in the alley. Both men were a full head taller than her. One of them had a knife. None of this phased Kiera. She was wolf-born, part werewolf, and a whole lot stronger than her small frame indicated. And if that wasn’t enough, she was also an ex U.S. marine.      “I hope you both have good health plans. You’re gonna need ‘em.”      The one with the knife came directly at her, aiming for her gut. It was clear he was used to relying on

      Caden sat at his usual booth by the window, staring at his coffee as it cooled. He hated coffee, but he loved the Daily Grind’s serene atmosphere. Coming here always soothed his nerves, and allowed him to think more clearly. The café’s booths also allowed for a measure of privacy. Buying a few cups of coffee was a small price to pay for some peace of mind. Caden heard the jingle of bells. He looked up to see his friend Kiera coming in out of the Seattle rain. She made a beeline for his table.       “I thought you hated coffee,” she said, taking a seat opposit

      Being stabbed is not something a person easily forgets. Well, I don’t actually remember being stabbed. In fact, I don’t remember anything at all prior to waking up in blinding pain, on a hospital gurney six years ago after apparently having been stabbed multiple times. It’s not something I ever want to repeat. Another thing. I don’t really care for violence. I am, however, probably due to some facet of my life that I can’t remember, quite adept at administering it. As a private investigator that specializes in finding missing persons, this skill can come quite in handy. Especially when looking for a missing

      Digging the hole was always a two man job. Six feet down and eight feet across through hard caliche was more than one man could handle, at least if the job was to be done before sunrise. Two men digging a large hole in the desert would be more than just a little conspicuous during the day. This time though, Jake wasn’t worried about getting the job done any time soon. Rather he was worried about his new digging partner, Marcus. Marcus was a gunman and their boss, Carlo, never sent him on digs, something Jake was acutely aware of. Jake was also aware of the fact that the poor sap they were going to bury ali