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“What for the hurry? Does this hole close? Does it need to go somewhere?” Nezhnaya seemed to mutter under her breath, yet somehow it was audible to the whole crowd. The middle-aged woman stomped a bit as she made her way toward the Maw, jingling a bit with each step as the contents of her...

Albert pasted on a smile. "Oh, old Sol is still around, is he? Good to hear, I was afraid his gout had finally gotten the better of him. Well, I'm afraid that he's right in the superiority of his stock, since Leahman Brothers is hampered by our commitment to authenticity." Honestly...

A sharp tapping could be heard a few moments before the creator came into view. A nattily dressed man and his metal-shod cane approached the front gate. Carefully giving wide berth to the two women having a reunion, he paused to take in the sweep of the grounds. "Ah, the fabulous Bakker...

Camila Torres-Serrano ♕ Interaction: ♔ Mention: ♘ Mood: Completely lost A life-long Californian, Camila viewed earthquakes with a tolerant boredom. It amused her to claim that she slept through them whenever she spoke to an eastern relative. This one was different. The building had not...

Camila Torres-Serrano ♕ Interaction: Ghoulina ♔ Mention: Walter Bell, ♘ Mood: Unsettled, confused "Good evening ladies! Miss Osei, thank you so much for waiting. Now who is your lovely friend? Please, don't let me interrupt, this old dog can wait if you two are catching up!" Camila had been...

Camila Torres-Serrano ♕ Interaction: Ghoulina ♔ Mention: ♘ Mood: Unsettled "You are very kind, dear. This is Violeta Garcia." Camila looked at the photograph politely. 1953 ... this was a COLD case. Still, she could nose it around the podcast networks. Who knows, maybe one of the True...

Camila Torres-Serrano ♕ Interaction: Ghoulina ♔ Mention: ♘ Mood: Unsettled "Oh my, is that the invitation? My goodness, I adore old postcards! I received one as well. Do we have the same one?" Camila gingerly placed the slightly creased postcard on the table. Her producer, Miles, had...

Camila Torres-Serrano ♕ Interaction: Ghoulina ♔ Mention: Walter Bell "Are you looking for Mr. Bell, dear?" Camila squinted at the attractive woman calling out to her, her eyes not quite adjusted to the dim interior. Somehow it seemed darker in here than it should. Like the windows...

Camila Torres-Serrano ♕ Interaction: Open ♔ Mention: Walter Bell "The building in front of me is the one and only Empress Hotel, Los Angeles' crowning jewel, the final proof that we'd made the climb from Spanish village to international metropolis. Built during the stock market boom of...

Carson looked at the suffering woman before him. The frontiers were harsh places, and death was not an uncommon feature. It was easy to forget the toll it took on the living to see friends and neighbors disappear. Easy to forget how grief and horror could drain the soul out of a person...

Carson had fifteen years of experience in not laughing at people who got nervous around a clerical collar. It took all of that, plus a bit of pure frontier stubbornness, not to chuckle at the poor nervous woman at the door. "Well, Miss Skellet, why don't you come on in? You probably know...

'Dinner,' as the good sheriff had optimistically put it, was just a mess of dried beans and corn. He'd left them soaking as he straightened up the church and chased out the inevitable church mice. Now they were boiling over coals in the fireplace, seasoned with some wild onions and other...

"Well, you're a fine welcome wagon as far as I'm concerned. It's good to see the law out among the people. Gives to place a feeling of stability." The horse named Josiah wickered. James absently reached out a hand to calm the shaggy roan. "But Josiah is telling me he wants to be unloaded...

"Hoo up, Josiah." The roan horse shied, but eventually moved to catch up with the grey horse and its rider. "I know, boy, I know. It's been a long road, but we're almost to where we need to be." The town of Coldwater lay just ahead. His destination and - perhaps - his home for the...

Fulstan clucked his tongue and spoke disapprovingly, "Saint Nathaniel. I expected better." Maybe they were all still mad at him from his days as a black-market relic dealer. Come to think of it, he had sold at least four of Nathaniel's toe-bones. Still, he hoped that if he ever transcended...

Fulstan quietly swore. There was little he could do now that the fight was starting. His new-found authority with the church was unlikely to impress this bearded warrior. ... actually, it might impress someone else. He was working with the church now, wasn't he? That opened up options...

Fulstan shook his shaggy head. A Dverger? Goblins and now this? He'd come to the city knowing it was a crossroads of cultures, but this was rapidly getting absurd. His method of dispatching the vampyr was all too familiar, however. It was the approved method of the hunters in parts of...

Fulstan points to the coat-of-arms on the mask. "Nobility with some connection to Volkmar, perhaps. Not that this helps much. Volkmar is a rat's nest of nobility - erm, not literally, I suppose I should say in this company. Real rats are more civilized." He hunched a bit, remembering the...

Fulstan gingerly takes the mask as Valko shoves it away, trying to keep from crumpling the material. The light down here was too poor for his old eyes to make out much detail, but the quality shone through. Hmmmm. This one was not inexpensive. If it has not become too contaminated down here...

Fulstan's ears prick up at the mention of Dr. Thrope. He'd introduced himself to the man when he first arrived in the city. Medical men frequently consulted with astronomers to pick auspicious days for operations. But the Doctor had not been the sort to pay for horoscopes and sigils, and...