Chapter 4: The Report It was several hours before dawn. Vanessa and Quinn banged on the front door of Ruthven Manor. Minerva, Lady Ruthven's ancient servant, let them in. "We've got to see Queen Lenore," said Vanessa. "Madame has already retired for the day," said Minerva, her wrinkled old face impassive. "I don't care, we've got to see her!" said Quinn,...
It was about three o'clock in the morning when the cab dropped Ava off in front of her apartment building. It was a tall modern glass structure hailed by critics for its innovative architecture. It was also one of the most expensive places to live in the city, but it provided the best privacy and security, something a person like Ava needed with her schedule...
You wake to a throbbing pain striving to split your head in two. You reach across the bed for Fia but she's not there. You leap out of bed and hurry downstairs. There's a message waiting for you on the kitchen bench written on the Cantarella stationery. Darling, Something's come up at the office and I had to leave early. Sorry if I scared you! I'll be bac...
Britt heard her phone ring. She stopped unpacking in her new apartment and checked to see who it was. It was her mom. She groaned and put the phone back down. She'd call her back later. She was on a roll, and she didn't want to stop to listen to her mom lecture her about living in a big city now. She walked to the window of her tiny apartment. Ah, San Fran...
Chapter Four Melanie Thiesman Carla picked up the other book. It was a journal, kept in a composition notebook. On its cover was, "My Journal of Exploration by Melanie Thiesman." The script was in a delicate and neat handwriting. Carla was sure that someone whispered, "Read. Understand," yet, no one was there with her. At 4:00 in the afternoon, on Dec. 22,...
Location: Sharaton-Charlottesville, Kingdom of Tildor Date: Feb 2105 Quinn Whisper Wind sat alone in the large dining hall, sipping his hot cider, reading his textbook on Greek poetic construction. At five-ten, and weighing one-sixty, with blonde hair and blue eyes, Quinn was a trained athlete and warrior. Gifted with great intelligence, three years ago he...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Although set in the same town as another of my stories this story is about different people within the town, though you may see cameos from past characters. Thank you once again to Paul for being my second set of eyes. I hope you enjoy this tale. ~ellie. * Prologue Quinn sat dazed and confused. She looked uncomprehendingly a...
Over the weekend I visited an old friend in Philadelphia. She goes to a small liberal arts school there, and lives with three of her classmates. In all, there's Jenn (my friend), Quinn, Rebecca and Tati. Jenn warned me before I left Brooklyn that her roommates were rather liberated women, which after a bit of questioning turned out to mean often naked. That'...
"What do you want Mikhail?" Violet asked over the intercom, her voice cool. "I come to offer my services." He replied his tone just as cool. There was a surprised silence but the voice that came over the intercom remained cool. "What is your price?" Violet asked, "Or are you still working for Jeremiah Mathers?" Mikhail addressed the last question first....
Quinn was a twenty-something city girl, three years out of college and enjoying life as a well-paid executive assistant in a communications firm, while working on her MBA. She was smart and ambitious, and planned to be the executive, not the assistant, by the time she was thirty. Quinn managed to fit an active social life into this busy schedule also. She...