
The journey to Mrs. Farnsworth did not go quite so smoothly for Henly.
In an alleyway not far from the Red Rum, he momentarily blacked out (by "momentarily" it is meant a duration of nanoseconds). The bright blue flicker against the brickface betrayed a static device was used in an attempt to stun him, but Henly knew that there was no point in feigning unconsciousness. He whirled to look the man in the eye.
It wasn't a...
The smoky barroom was cacophonous with mumbled chatter, boisterous laughter, heated arguments, and one table in the back corner drunkenly singing "The Unfortunate Rake". Amongst the tables the tall bald publican walked, nodding and smiling at those he knew, lighting cigars and cigarettes with his ever present box of matches, and sizing up those he did not recognize shrewdly. The Bucket of Blood was the type of...
The shadowy figure bounded from roof top to roof top around port before settling silently at her feet. It was hunched, mildly deformed in figure with eyes that sunk in slightly. It twitched a bit as it removed the blood covered scroll from it's cloak, the hand of which held it still clutching it tightly with white knuckles.
"He said he would hold onto it until he died, didn't he?" she whispered with an amused smirk.
The creature...
Pictures from today's Aether Salon on Libraries are posted at link.
Dear Thaddeus,
I must start by saying how much I've forgotten about home at this point. It's saddening to me that it's all slipping away, inch by inch. I had completely forgotten that you had your own homing pigeon for a messenger.
*She chuckles and continues to write, petting the bird* You tell me to confide in my friends. I have done so. Mrs Pearse has been more than kind to me in listening to my sobbing confessions. And yes, I...
Pictures from today's Breakfast in Babbage are posted at link.
