Listeners, I have just received word that our new visitor—you know, the British one, with his soul unwillingly tethered to a non-euclidean facet of what we perceive to be human terror—is listening to our show!
A little bit of contextless silliness, written for Elise. Mild Jehan-related naughtiness and an impatient Grantaire.
The fever breaks that morning, spurring Tang Fan from the bridge between death and dreaming.
He sleeps beside you, spare hand curled around the chain, six feet of arrogant beauty and ruthless intelligence softened and hidden.
A podfic of "Pack Mentality"
Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do.
"Don't slouch, Maxine, it makes you look common," says Barbara.
Everything is going to plan up until the precise moment it starts to fall apart.
There are still two men in Kathy's life.
Letter of Fr. Francisco Nadal to Fr. Bartolomeo Strozzi, 1588.
Maria's not sure how it all happened, really.