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May 10 - May 14, 2018
She was stunning, but fortunately, as a hardened and experienced detective, I was impervious to this. More or less.
I ship it.
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At least, that’s what I thought until she picked up a buttered roll and flung it at a nearby woman’s hat.
(ships harder)
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Quick as a flash, Cordelia had darted around the table, and was now prodding me in the ribs. I recoiled from her in surprise. “What in heaven’s name are you doing?” Lord Whitlock rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to check him for weapons, dear.” “You can never be too careful,” Cordelia argued, returning to her seat. “I’m his bodyguard,” she explained to me. “Self-appointed bodyguard,” added Whitlock.
Persephone? Is that you???
“You prefer to wait until the very end and get everybody together in the drawing room so you can reveal that you’ve known who committed the crime ever since Chapter Three.”
Lol.
As the vegetation formed a cocoon around me, I caught a final glimpse of Crispin’s face. He gazed sadly at me, his face deathly pale. “It’s all real,” he said, in a dull monotone, as the vines swallowed him up.
I do hope this isn't foreshadowing...
“That was horrible.” “That was a fairy tale,” said the wraith. “Fairy tales are horrible.”
“I don’t only know about the past,” she babbled. “I can tell you prophecies as well. Secret predictions, not written in any scroll. Who is the puppetmaster’s heir? What will happen when the clock strikes twelve? What is the true fate of the silver-heeled sorceress?”
Should I be concerned?
“There’s a prophecy about you and him, you know,” she said. “The Brothers Beasley. One a hero, one a monster. One fated to destroy the other.”
D:
Yesterday, I was a respectable private detective who didn’t believe in magic. Tonight, I’m a hairy gargoyle leaping across the rooftops of Talesend with a magical girl on my back. No matter what happens next—even if I do manage to become human again—my life is never going to be the same.
I also realized then that no matter how much I wanted to be human again, I didn’t want my life to be the same.
By now, however, the vines had torn and impaled the books on the shelves lining one wall,
NO not the bpoks!! D:
