• Raven, Chapter 11-c

    As soon as she entered the Market District, her movements changed. Her bold stride through the slums, her own territory, became a slink as she moved from shadow to shadow to hide from the City Guard. Instead of taking the direct route through the Town Square, she instead crossed Skywalk Promenade, which divided the Market District from The Commons. Here, three, four, and five story apartment buildings rose on either side of the narrow streets. These, as in all the other districts excepting the slums and Factory District, were cobbled with light brown, white, black, and gray stones and smoothed over so wheels had a flatter surface to travel over.…

  • Raven, Chapter 11-b

    Raven slid a long, slender knife into the sheath running up the outside of her black pants leg. Straightening, she smoothed her hands over her black skin tight clothes and peered over her shoulder at Onna. She still expected to see Aven, still expected to feel him smooth away a stray strand of hair or smooth out the back of her clothes. But he wasn’t there anymore. And Onna was too new to dare touch her Thief Lord. Instead, Onna stood behind her, her arms folded across her chest. An unreadable look was on her face and her eyes gave away nothing. Now that the girl was no longer Raven’s…

  • Black awaits

    Your eyes glinting A sneer on your lips A flash of silver My scream ignites Enflames your blood You seek my blood Upon your knife To feel my life Fleeing from my body The horror in my eyes Sets you afire to feel my blood Why must you do this I lust for your death Is the answer A quick stab It is over I am a soul floating To my place with the angels Letting my limp body be yours You murderer, thief Evil incarnated! The black awaits.

  • Tea Party, Act 1, Scene 3

    Scene Three: Rupert’s backyard. A round table is set up under a large shade tree. Patience: (apparently talking to herself since she’s alone on stage) Amelia was right last year. One of us did die. Who will be next this time? Enter Calvin. Calvin: Hi, Pat. Patience: Hello, Calvin. Who do you suppose will die this year? Calvin: (shaking his head) I don’t know. Last year Amelia and the year before Beatrice. We really ought to stop having tea parties. Patience: This time will be Rupert’s fault for getting us here. I can’t believe he persuaded me to come! By the way, where is he? Enter Rupert with a platter…

  • Tea Party, Act 1, Scene 2

    Scene Two: Calvin’s backyard. A square table is set up surrounded by hedges. Amelia: (sighs dramatically) Another tea party, another death. Who will die today? Patience: No one’s going to die, Amelia. Beatrice’s death was a once in a lifetime sort of thing. No one will die today. Rupert: Did Amelia bake cookies again? Amelia: Of course not! Actually, Calvin did. Rupert: (looking around) Where is he? Calvin: Behind you. Enter Calvin. He is holding a plate with a dark brown cake covered in slightly dark, white frosting and a pile of sprinkles in the middle. He sets the cake down in the middle of the table. Patience: (staring at…