The cause is long since lost. Richard Stoker's life as measured out in documents.
Aumerle lives to regret many things.
Sui Zhou's WeChat starts firing off around midday, which does at least immediately pare down the pool of potential suspects.
“You missed the discussion conference,” Jiang Cheng snaps back at him, whipping his head up stiffly from his perfunctory bow.
Nie Huaisang’s smile doesn’t waver, his entire expression perfectly, painstakingly polite. He looks pale, but anyone of his mettle would, clad in the violent contrast of silver and black. It all relinquishes nothing to Jiang Cheng but the means to inflame his irritation for the situation and for himself. He had left the conference too quickly to contemplate his …
“You missed the discussion conference,” Jiang Cheng snaps back at him, whipping his head up stiffly from his perfunctory bow.
Nie Huaisang’s smile doesn’t waver, his entire expression perfectly, painstakingly polite. He looks pale, but anyone of his mettle would, clad in the violent contrast of silver and black. It all relinquishes nothing to Jiang Cheng but the means to inflame his irritation for the situation and for himself. He had left the conference too quickly to contemplate his choice, and now, in Qinghe Nie’s main hall, he’s slowed down enough for the whiplash of regret to be both immediate and immense.
Isabella, future girl-queen of England, receives a visit from a predecessor.
He is not in his body. He is not of his body at all.
Little wakes from unconsciousness into different company.
Unpleasant things happen to Jim Halsey, several times in a row but not in any particular order.
The caulker's mate on Terror is pressed into service for a more personal problem of its Captain's.
Shiv Roy has wings.