Murder at the Royal Ruby

by Nita Prose

It’s funny, isn’t it? How you can look at someone a thousand times and never really see them—until suddenly, one day, you do.

That’s the way it works in the theater—wait long enough, and the truth steps into the spotlight.

Vanessa proves what Hamlet always knew: you really can smile and smile and still be a villain.

Homicidium meum secretum. “Murder is my secret.” It is said that when Eleanor didn’t like certain actors, they’d mysteriously drop dead midseason. To this day, the question remains: Did Eleanor have something to do with it?

There’s more than one way to become a star. There’s more than one way to shine light in the dark.