Sleep… might not be coming so easily, tonight.
This isn’t possible.
The eight-pointed star-in-circle design on his knife was unmistakable Continue reading
Sleep… might not be coming so easily, tonight.
This isn’t possible.
The eight-pointed star-in-circle design on his knife was unmistakable Continue reading
There’s a Canadian branch of CreateSpace, meaning if you want the paper version of Count Taka and the Vampire Brides, you can get it without international shipping involved. Nice. 🙂
Ichigo, scratching the back of his head in a sheepish gesture that made her shiver all over again. “Um. Could you forget you saw that?”
“Forget you’re a youkai?” Rukia sputtered. Continue reading
It wasn’t anything so clear in intent as an incantation. Just a rough brush of a waking mind over rusty self-discipline, fumbling to attune itself to the soul of steel.
Hmm.
Amon rested within his new Vessel, Continue reading
“Don’t be afraid,” the white-haired specter had said with Ichigo’s voice, months ago. “Okay?”
“I wasn’t afraid!” Rukia had blustered, still trying to reach for a sword that wasn’t there. “You startled me. That’s all.” Continue reading
Alibaba faded back into the shadows behind a wagon on the edge of camp, leaning against a handy rock with a sigh of relief. He’d grabbed his portion of stew fast, meaning he hadn’t gotten more than half a bowl, but he had a few apples to go with it. Besides, he wasn’t all that hungry. He might not feel the heat like the rest of the caravan, Continue reading
Mea culpa.
Okay, what you may not know about self-publishing your first book? You do it – or at least, I did it – in a state of blind panic. Continue reading
“…I want to fly.” No. Not quite true. “I want us to fly.”
Toushirou grimaced. “You know what the old bastards think about calling on bankai without a good reason. Usually a Menos Grande-sized reason.”
Ice cracked under Hyourinmaru’s claws, before he made himself ease his grip. “I know.”
“I’ll see if we can get patrol beyond the edge of Rukongai,” Toushirou said bluntly. “If we’re out of range of other souls – we can always say we thought we sensed something.” A shadow of a grin twitched the corners of his mouth. “Heh. If Zaraki follows us looking for trouble again, it’ll be true.”
I doubt we will have leisure for patrol. Not with intruders on the loose. Powerful, determined intruders. But his shinigami would learn that soon enough.
And the offer itself, to the part of his power Toushirou had once feared….
Pleased, Hyourinmaru soared down, coiling about the other half of his soul. “What if there were another way?”
Unflinching, Toushirou raised white brows.
Hyourinmaru laughed, ice crackling on winter branches. He knew his shinigami. He knew himself.
We never could resist a challenge.
I’m alive, sang on the wind; the howl of a wolf reverberating not just off the walls of Seireitei, but from the forest-laced concrete and steel that haunted Rukia’s dreams. I’m coming for you.
Rukia! Saeki! Stay alive!
Caged in the stillness of Sixth Division’s prison, Rukia felt her traitorous heart skip a beat. Impossible. It wasn’t possible. Yes, they’d laid plans with Urahara against her eventual capture; yes, she’d almost dared to hope. But she’d seen her brother strike. She’d kicked Ichigo’s hand as his soul lay dying in the street!
Loki’s power is illusions.
And Ichigo had never been just a shinigami.
Ended up dealing with a bunch of RL stuff (roofers, oh boy), so ficbit tonight instead of essay bit. 🙂 This is a fic I’m trying to slowly sneak up on…. Continue reading
Its own name.
Thoughtful, Hyourinmaru took to the skies again, circling into the center of Toushirou’s soul. Continue reading