I heard the barely audible rustle of my captors' wings before I felt the rush of wind announcing their arrival. The blood flowing down my arm felt warm. A drop fell from my hand splashing onto the stage near her black leather boot. Her foot seemed to have appeared out of thin air but I knew better.
The roar of the crowd had ceased and the drummer sat frozen with arms up ready for the down beat. I allowed my eyes to drop from the drummer once again taking in the black high heeled leather boot that wrapped around her calf as if she were born with them on. I followed the zipper on the outside of the boot up to her thigh where the shoe ended and her silken skin was revealed.
Her muscular thigh was inviting and the color of light coffee. Wide hips were covered in short leather shorts that continued up her flat stomach. I followed her body line to her nearly flat chest, deceptively dainty shoulders and long neck. The satisfaction of seeing such a creature brought most to tears at the first glance of her perfectly angular face, high cheek bones and almond shaped eyes.
Shalah, Master Commander of the Death Consortium. The perfect beauty and the perfect weapon stared through me waiting for me to attack. I did not.
“Baylor, you have run out of places to hide.”
I stayed silent.
“Release the heart, half breed!”
I did not respond.
“SURRENDER!”
The air around us sparkled as if glitter had fallen from the sky, flowing together and apart with the signature of grey magic, the magic of the dual minded; the magic of half breeds.
Shock and understanding gave me courage and renewed faith in my mission. Shalah realized too late how easily she gave me the information I needed to succeed. Her break in concentration created a ripple through her spell and I slid through the hole it created.
“Stop him!”
I ran past the collapsed corpse of my victim and placed his heart safely in my shirt running to the parking lot. I jumped in the passenger side of my waiting vehicle. My driver sped off, looking back and forth from my shirt to the road.
“She’ll simply reanimate him; I don’t understand the need to take the heart.”
I offered no explanation, so we rode in silence while I avoided the glare from the young man behind the stirring wheel. A glare through all too familiar almond shaped eyes.

The music played in a seductive rhythm as the crowd filled the outside amphitheatre moving in the direction of the stage with the frenzy of suicidal lemmings off the cliff’s edge. The sweat flowed off their bodies causing their skin to glisten. The voice of the lead singer poured over the crowd. The audience responded to the band’s performance with passionate cries of approval and glassy eyed looks of adoration.
The mass of disappointed minions huddled outside of the venue, weary of begging for tickets from less dedicated late attendees. Tears streamed down the faces of the zealots who reeked of seasoned body order and fresh marijuana and had obviously followed the band on tour.
I watched all of them from my perch on the wall separating the amphitheatre from the rest of the surrounding farm land. I felt their need, their passion. I tasted it on the wind and let the pulse of their combined heart beats fill my senses.
I felt the presence of those hunting me. It had taken them many days to catch up, my prey is too close for me to be taken before I make my kill.
The lead singer posed on stage, arms wide and his silhouette looming over the audience. The lights pulsed to the beat of the song while the audience sang all the words clapping on cue. Their chosen savior seduced until the audience could no longer remain clothed, flinging shirts and underwear like offerings on an alter.
I gathered my legs beneath me and flung myself toward the stage. The 300 foot drop was no challenge letting the wind guide my approach. My prey recognized me. The taste of his fear on my tongue was delightful. Flexing my claws I made sure the stage lights caught their full length, I moved swiftly toward the lead singer. Accepting me as special effects of the show the clueless audience cheered in the same rhythm as the still beating heart in my hands.
The truth is that this past year has been difficult. It has been a great time for me to study human behavior and to also study my goals, state of mind and to attempt to define my place in the world.
I have so many emotional suitcases to unpack and I am still in the throws of that personal exploration.
I hope all of you have a wonderful day....we shall regroup soon.
anyway, I have moved and i'm in a new city and starting a new life. new beginnings all around. so on with the show.
- feelin':
indescribable
Hello my lovelies. I am back and so is Sexy Saturday so here you are. Drool at your leisure!![]()

- where am I:in the dungeon of love
- feelin':
satisfied - Tunes:QUEEN
- where am I:I'm spinning in circles!
- feelin':
cheerful - Tunes:wow, none...crazy
This thing was SOOO accurate, scary accurate Ummm like I can't believe i'm posting them accurate. BUT thought you'd each like to take it. UM yeah, we won't mention my results BUT...take the test :)
- where am I:hiding behind the couch
- feelin':
scared - Tunes:shh no music
- where am I:right behind you LOL
- feelin':
awake - Tunes:old 90's hip hop
I could not tell you how I felt My fear was too consuming You gave me so many chances
I could not tell you how I felt I was too embarrassed of who I was Though you gave me second glances
I saw the look inside your eyes You loved another There was no disguise
I tried to bring you to my side To see in me what I felt inside I never took the chances
I turned from you I ran away I never knew just what to say
Now I sit here All alone Perhaps I’ll dial the telephone
Would you speak to me Should I dare Would someone else pick up
Are you there? I’d try to say Hopeful you would turn my way
The time has past The chance is gone I realize now I’m not the one
I see the thing that you’ve become That’s not my fault I try to say
You bring me back To that fateful day We are all responsible just for us
I almost crumble But I am tough I know that I’m worthy of love
You are beautiful No one could deny I pray to all that you do not hide
Your gifts are many Your trust is few But now I know
That we are through
- where am I:umm I don't know, there's no map
- feelin':
nostalgic
Tanya Huff has a video on her Live Journal that lets me know just how the writers themselves feel about us buying DVDs from the studios that aren't paying them. I have not bought any DVDs for Christmas this year. Everyone's getting a book or videos produced and distributed by Non American Companies!
Head over to Tanya Huff's LJ (and puff) and have a GREAT Holiday season!
- feelin':
hopeful
TODAY IS MUSIC MONDAY!!!
I thought I'd focus on one of my favorite Japanese artists today, the fabulous artist Miyavi! He is such a cutie and an excellent guitarist. He is 26 years old and is so eclectic I can't even put him in a genre. I guess for generic purposes he's rock..but....ah well. He has such a fun spirit and his music never ceases to make me smile. As always, here's a pic that will send you to his official site (the one in (english) and a video...I chose a rather "universal" pop song to introduce him to you and plus...this video has a little vampire action heh heh heh Have a great Monday my lovelies!

- where am I:over there
- feelin':
cheerful - Tunes:Manson today :)
Mr. Terry Pratchett. This man was the first author that I followed with geeky admiration. His Disc World series was just the ticket for a young girl with a library card and a need to graduate from L'Engle and was still having a hard time grasping Tolkien. Mr. Pratchett doesn't write in chapters because, well, life doesn't happen in chapters. (he has succumbed in a few of his books but most of them remain chapter-less) He announced on Thursday that he has been diagnosed with early Alzheimer's and I will let his words tell you about that. All I will say is buy every book you can from the man because his brilliance is unparalleled!
You know the drill...Click on the Pic and you'll be sent to the goodies

11th December 2007
AN EMBUGGERANCE
I would have liked to keep this one quiet for a little while, but because of upcoming conventions and of course the need to keep my publishers informed, it seems to me unfair to withhold the news. I have been diagnosed with a very rare form of early
onset Alzheimer's, which lay behind this year's phantom "stroke".
We are taking it fairly philosophically down here and possibly with a mild optimism. For now work is continuing on the completion of Nation and the basic notes are already being laid down for Unseen Academicals. All other things being equal, I
expect to meet most current and, as far as possible, future commitments but will discuss things with the various organisers. Frankly, I would prefer it if people kept things cheerful, because I think there's time for at least a few more books yet :o)
PS I would just like to draw attention to everyone reading the above that this should
be interpreted as 'I am not dead'. I will, of course, be dead at some future point, as
will everybody else. For me, this maybe further off than you think - it's too soon to tell.
I know it's a very human thing to say "Is there anything I can do", but in this case I
would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry.
- where am I:Disc World
- feelin':
confused - Tunes:music?
Click the link ignite the imagination.

There are more lovely stories over at Colleen's website take a gander and lift your spirits
- where am I:wherever
- feelin':
melancholy - Tunes:Fiona Apple
She was beautiful and funny. She was writing a book about her hard road and how she had overcome addiction and all of the things that come with it. When we were in high school, Monique was the one that taught me how to protect myself emotionally and physically. I swear that girl saved my life at least twice. High School in the late 80's and early 90's was not a fun place. Not that high school ever is a fun place.
I want to dedicate this post and this day to friends and loved ones who have crossed the veil. If you could pay it forward some way to someone around, in honor of Monique, for me, buy someone a cup of coffee, she loved coffee.
I will not miss you my friend, Everything you are, you will always be and all that is always shall forever live in me.
No Coward Soul is Mine
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heavens glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God within my breast.
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life -- that in me has rest,
As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move mens hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast Rock of immortality.
With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.
Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.
There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
Poem By: Emily Bronte
Hey there folks. We had a girl's night out Monday night and I found out that one of my friends had never watched HONG KONG PHOOEY! What?! For those of you who have not been caught by the number one super guy. I will now introduce you to the 70's/80's most fabulous detective LOL....the video is his cool cool opening theme song and the picture is a link to an episode called "green thumb". ENJOY!

- where am I:two doors down on the right
- feelin':
touched - Tunes:Stray Cats



Hey lovlies...there are lots of web comics online...today, I had to go with one of my tried and trues. if you click the comic you'll be taken to the first "episode" Tim is a little cracked...but that's what we like about the comic.