Old Brandenburg

     Black Robin, satyr highwayman and lover extraordinare, leaned on the door frame, watching the stars overhead with a surprisingly pensive expression. Arms crossed, he didn't bother straightening the ruffles on his white poet's shirt when the breeze kicked up suddenly. It w...

In the newly renovated city, life was settling into the routine which seemed normal for the inhabitants of Brandenburg. Seraphie Malcom was getting practice on how to skid to a stop on hardwood floors with hooves. Black Robin was getting a thoroughly amusing afternoon watching her slide into wall...

     "Well...it's not...that noticable."      Black Robin adjusted his black eyemask again, trying not to gawk at his best friend. His dark brown eyes slid again to Seraphie Malcom, then back away.      "You have got to be...

     Thomas Nordenheim calmly turned another page, her blue gaze serene as she scanned the fine text. In the living room before her, a fight which would have frightened anyone less used to the Rough Riders was in progress. Nathan Talbot was currently strangling Jack Ferrers wi...

     When the redcaps swarmed over the prone body of Concordia’s former High King, the cheering and acclaim suddenly ceased. The assembled fae became pale and silent, inadvertently letting the sidhe’s pained screams echo in the still air. The sidhe, once called Dav...

     Valentine's Day.      A day of love, giving and happiness.      Possibly the most dangerous day out of the entire year to be a man in Brandenburg, Virginia.      Because here, the women are not shy about wha...

     The blade, a length of shimmering silver, remained upright, thrust point first into the earth. The ground surrounding it was also silver, a muted, shifting color which both drew the eye and repelled it. The sword was almost plain, no scrollwork, no engraving. Just a simpl...

     Silence fell over the living room as the three men in the room settled into armchairs and couches. Bottles of speciality beer, (i.e. Budweiser mixed with type A), were passed around. Each man wore a jersey, each man's eyes were focused on the massive flat screen TV hung o...

     The door creaked open, and as it did so, Bertram could faintly hear the sounds of his new queen muttering to herself. He eased around the half-open door, and smiled when his gaze fell on the sidhe hunched over a parchment, her lips moving as her finger ran down the p...

     The High Lord of house Varich had every reason to be puffed with pride as he watched his house's only princess accept her crown and title as queen. When he offered the light crown to her liege lord, the demon Rahzel, he felt no loss in not crowning her. This was the woman...