As Priscilla had begun with her chanting, the phylactery had lifted off of the ground to levitate in mid air above the center of the glyph. Throughout the adjunct ritual, the object had shook, spun, and glowed, but now that the spell had ended, it rested almost peacefully on the stone floor, aside ...

If you ever have a daughter, you should name her 'Daqueline.'

I command it.

After many years of gruesome rituals, there were few things could make Priscilla squirm, but Morax's creepy, wild stare was almost one of them.

"Well? What do you want me to do about it?" she asked, trying to mask her anxiety with feigned petulance and frustration.

Morax closed in on her a few ...

I will have your head. _On_A_Platter_

This is a really great plot. I especially like all mentions of acetylene.

The axe was lodged in too tightly for Priscilla to remove it, so she signaled for Morraigne. Bracing the body by propping his foot against its chest, he grabbed the handle and pulled at it. There was a gooey popping noise with his first tentative attempt, but the axe didn't seem to move. A small ...

When Priscilla arrived at her house in the foothills near Marn, she had Morraigne and a few other servants help her move the body into the room she had set up and place it at the center of a salt and sulfur pentagram that covered most of the floor.

"Reach into the jacket," she ordered. "The left ...

The stagecoach rode tore the alleys of Marn with unsafe and urgent speed. As the wheels rumbled over uneven stones, the coach pitched and yawed precariously, threatening to overturn at any moment. The violent rocking caused the lantern that illuminated the cabin to sway from side to side, filling ...

The sound of tentative, slow hoofbeats announced the arrival of a carriage in an alley just outside Melagone's compound. Mostly obscured by the deep shadows and early morning fog, it stopped, but no passengers emerged. To the untrained eye, it would appear that the carriage contained only a petulant ...

Priscilla smiled politely and made the slightest inclination of her head in response to the tall man's bow. Though he had looked at Rex's picture, he didn't seem to indicate any surprise at the youthfulness of the face. Obviously, he wasn't interested enough to make the connection that he was older ...

Delighted as she was to have things finally seeming to go her way, Priscilla was worried. The girl had fallen silent again, obviously brooding. And what was to be made of Krevster's acquiescence? It was so much more.. chipper than she had expected. She reassured herself that the worse case scenario ...

Priscilla repressed the urge to smile, and instead let out an exasperated sigh. They'd taken the bait, and the big man finally seemed like he'd been put off-guard. There was a strange shift in the power balance when he deferred to his weak-willed counterpart, and it was time for her to capitalize on ...

Uhh.. I *may* be editing the location of that book, depending on what the moderating community thinks about the difficulty of the challenge Priscilla has presented. But wine and cheese are still on the table.

Edit: And I'm game for some Anga. Start brainstorming.

It was hard for Priscilla to keep the endgame in mind when faced with such idiocy. Obviously the man had some insight into the nature of demons, but he had no grasp on the mechanics of dealing with them. She maintained her smile and decided to avoid the issue of Zapar entirely. Suffice it to say ...

Zapar wasn't sure why neither his looks nor his scent seemed to have even the slightest effect on the guests. He felt somewhat baffled, but mostly enraged. A dark look settled on his features, and his flirtatious smile was replaced with a disdainful sneer.

He took a pad of paper from the side table ...