Tuesday Travel 190: Witch Raising: The Book of Earth 37

Welcome to Tuesday Travel. This week we are following Brownie on her journey as she is going toward the second element: Earth.

About Witch Raising.

Witch Raising is a new series with Brownie, the heroine of Demon Soul as the main character. This series is part of the House at the Crossing Series and follows Demon Soul and Demon and Fairy but instead of being centered on the adventure of Sahel and his demon friends, it follows Brownie as she goes from being a normal girl to a bad ass witch. She has been practicing magick for a while now, saving people from difficult situations but the people at the house, including Sahel aren't happy with her new calling. Feeling that she doesn't have a choice and has to keep learning witchcraft, Brownie leaves to meet other witches. 

 

The excerpt, we start right where we left off last week.

Brownie was done with the staring contest. She moved to her left to open the cabin's door which slid violently to the side, grabbed the handle of Daphy's suitcase and threw it out. The suit case hit the wall opposite and clicked open spreading half the content in the corridor.

“Why did you do that for?”

Daphy pushed Brownie out of the way and went out in the corridor after her suitcase. Brownie was amazed at herself for just gathering the guts to do that but even more at the content of the suitcase. It was all candles and wires, and glittering stones and pots of herbs. It was a witchcase more than a suitcase. Daphy was on the floor trying to gather everything back. Brownie felt a bit sorry for her.

“I think you better find another cabin,” she said before closing the door.

Brownie had been trying to read the same page for over half an hour. Her stomach was rambling with hunger but she didn't dare to open the door again.

Daphy had left with her suitcase a while ago, but Brownie was worried to find someone else in her compartment again if she was to leave it again. She shook her head and finally closed the book. There was no way she was going to get anything done right now between her thoughts and the hunger.

 

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Mystery Monday 187: Murder at the Conference 84

Hello mystery lovers and welcome to a new Mystery Monday.

I hope you had a great week-end. Here is a new little part of Murder at the Conference. Murder at the Conference is a stand alone sequel to Harajuku Kiss.

 We start right were we left off last week: 

It was a sort of cultural difference that I couldn't get passed. I wouldn't let anyone believe that taking me out three times and paying for the meals guarantied them that I was going to sleep with them. For me that was madness. I also felt uncomfortable with people paying for me at the restaurant, I was an independent woman. It took me months to know someone and to know if I could have a relationship with them. Except for Seiji because we had been thrown together by strange and dangerous circumstances and our relationship had been based a lot more on a James bond movie type of attraction than knowing each other. But even when he stayed at my place while the police was still investigating his brother's death and the virus, it took us a while to become a couple officially. A lot more than three dates. I couldn't understand the obligation to have sex and "have sex first then learn to know each other later" way of thinking. Why were they in such a hurry?

“Seriously putting on your earphones was ridiculous,” she said.

“At least it worked,” I answered.

“You're always so rude.”

“And so are you, trying to force a conversation I don't want about a topic I don't want to talk about on me. Try putting yourself in my shoes for once,” I said.

About Harajuku Kiss

At times, life can be so depressing. She is walking her usual recovery tour in Harajuku, finishing with a crepe, tying to forget that her boyfriend dumped her once again for the week-end... When the unthinkable happens... A boy stops in front of her in the street and kisses her, in to discover more about him, she is dragged into a dangerous game of mystery. A biologist has been murdered and a deadly virus is on the loose. First suspect: the mysterious Harajuku's stranger. 

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Vampire Friday: Vampire Heart 401

Welcome to a new part of Vampire Heart unedited. Have you been bitten yet? 

Summary of the previous episodes: Viorel has been tortured by his supposed family who wanted to have him burn in the sun. Strangely enough the sun didn't burn him as expected but Viorel has no memory of who he is. Following the advises of his supposed father, he left Sighișoara and is now traveling to the West. After some skirmish in a previous city, he found refuge on a boat. Viorel is now in Vienna. The little problem is that the guy at the inn was a bit of an asshole and helped capture Viorel thinking he was a vampire, which he is but nobody needs to know. Now there is a huge man (which I call the colossi) taking care of Viorel and a priest. They brought a girl. Torture my holy water... Fail. Viorel managed to confuse everyone, now he would like to get out of here. But the girl seems pretty useless. They still managed to escape and he left the girl to the care of the boat lady before going back to have two words with his captors but his power of persuasion were failing him. The priest wanted to crack a deal but Viorel is not really up to help his enemies. He finally got some blood but he can't risk to stay in Vienna. He travel to Linz were he stays a bit to learn German.

Viorel wanted to go to Praha but redirect himself toward Augsburg instead where he wants to get a horse, except that the horses are a bit scared of his vampirism and maybe something else. Viorel is really not a horse expert. Then he comes into an altercation with couple of people, he wants some fear in his blood. The girl Viorel has found seemed to enjoy the game. Viorel prepares for the nightmares that come with a feast of blood, in a rush to leave, he cross the dukedom of Lorrain.
We introduced Sorina, three weeks after the beginning of Viorel's escape.
Viorel dreamed of Sorina and woke up not really remembering anything. Traveling to Paris, he arrives at "La cour des miracles". He is rescued by a stranger who turned out to be Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist he was looking for. Nicolas does some strange experiment without Viorel's agreement. Some people are looking for Nicolas's secrets. On the other side of Europe, Sorina awakes and Viorel's past in haunting him. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not the easiest thing to handle. After finding out that a younger version of Nicolas might not be acting with his best interest at heart, Viorel decides to leave for the north. He is now traveling with two people, Alexej who needed to get out of Praha and Irina who he accidentally rescued.

 

  Now, let's continue with Vampire Heart, right where we left off last time. I just realised that this post didn't come up last week so you're getting it now. If posts don't show up properly, don't hesitate to let me know.

"Because the people involved, you and Jorge, might use the eggs to do I don't know what against people like me. That's my first preoccupation. Secondly, I made sure this afternoon that humans were not going to go hunt for the dragons again. I was fighting with them, they were pathetic and pitiful. Seeing them fight without standing a chance is depressing."

 

"Depressing..."

 

"Thirdly, if humans in the situation of power like Jorge don't care about people lower than them, who will? I do."

 

"And you don't want to drink their blood?" he asked.

 

"I might kill some of them before moving on but that's only the natural way of life, no mass murder," I said.

 

"So you don't have any pleasure when you kill?" He said.

 

"Of course I do, but not all the time, it depends on the prey," I said.

 

"You see us as individuals?" 

 

"Well that's what you are, aren't you? Each of you, different than the others," I said.

 

"I thought, that you just saw us like we see cattle or sheep."

 

"You can talk, and I can understand you, that's enough to create empathy."

 

"So you kill people because there is no connection? I don't get it."

 

 

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Thursday Fiction 391: Parallel Slip 2: Rebel

Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.  

“There are other like me, that you visit, why aren't they all called Isabelle?” Nanurah asked.

“Because sometimes parents decide to chose between several names and the same name doesn't always win, it depends of the universe.”

“I'm going to leave those things here and go through your head,” Nanurah said.

“That's scary,” Isabelle answered.

“Just breath,” Nanurah said.

Isabelle was glad that it wasn't Clara doing it. She even wonder why Clara hadn't done it seeing how she liked to infiltrate every aspect of her personality.

“It's not in your mind, it's in your body and attached to your mind. I'm not sure I can explain right.”

Pain filter through the left of Isabelle's head, deep and sharp, her heart started racing.

“I'm sorry, I need to get them all back down,” Nanurah said, “There is even more here than in the rest of your body.

Isabelle didn't answered she closed her eyes tighter wondering how her mother could have done this to her, but in a way that was a stupid question. It wasn't about if her mother love her, it was about control and her mother liked control a lot more than her own daughter. Her nose started bleeding. Her nose never bled.

“I think I'm getting sick,” Nanurah said.

“Me too,” Isabelle answered trying to ignore the tickling feeling near her upper lips.

“I'm almost done,” Nanurah said.

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