P.O.V. DeeDee Gauzot “I say, how quaint. Er, cold, bare stone, how, ah, rustic! Yes, rather, elegantly rustic, to be sure, eh hem?” “Oh! Oui! You are so right, my Persephone,” I reply, attempting to keep the mood of our little party in high spirits, “these boys sure know h...
Persephone I awaken somewhat recovered from the prior evening's traumatic events. Not wanting to see the damage done to the lovely Hotel, or face the saddened staff, I take my breakfast and papers in my rooms. There is an account of the strange occurrences in: The Morning ...
I was hoping that when I woke up, this would have all been a dream, but here I am, in this dank, wet, old dungeon, oh.” “I don’t think I like these olden times worth a hoot. I wish I was back in 1877 where we have all sorts of modern amenities. When did Spyke say we was? 5...
“I say, Mr. Temperance, these smoldering ruins that litter the path of our adversary are a helpful clue in following his trail, eh hem?” “Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt, Ma’am. For two days we have tracked these twin marauders, but we ain’t laid eyes on ‘em yet. They are alway...
the Irrepressible March of Progress. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss Plumtartt!” “Thank you, Mr. Temperance, though in fact, today is not February fourteenth.” “No Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt Ma’am, but seeing as how we are on ‘Valent...
Our dark ship rises and falls again and again, and again, in a violent pounding of the reckless, struggling, seas. Angry winds drive the ‘Stoker’ through turbulent and furious waters that would deny our voyage. The sharp point of our prow sinks deeply into the waiting swells to cleave the heaving...
Not over there, you guys! -glub- Swim over to this side!” “Temperance, old chap, that bank is far too steep and slippery. -glub, glub- This other bank will be easier to gain purchase on, old fellow.” -glub-gasp-glub- “That ain’t the question. Our pa...
Quick of wit, sharp of eye, woodland magic these folk delves. Pretty faces lit, mischievous thoughts turned sly, deadly beauty are the forest elves. -From the Epoch of Enauck “Behave yourself, Brimstone! One does ...
I can sees the new Missus and her little American beau is gonna be troubles. They should have been here at Plumtartt Manor hours ago. How are we to keep everything fresh and not all wilty if Old Lady Plumtartt is not going to conform to a proper schedule? I’ll takes a load off and enjoy a well ea...