I love the first poem, it's imagery, it's melody, simply perfect IMHO.
The second reminds me of Die Drei Spatzen (Three Sparrows), by Christian Morgenstern.
I could try a translation, if Google can't find a decent one.
Thank you for these, Parker.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Dan. I don't think I could separate the brothers, at least not for long.
This you, author? Your tat?
Good guess. Perfect.
Very smart.
Konstantin and Doc can perhaps play this game flawlessly, but the rest are going to have to wing it.
Yes, I think this has been a bit of a shock for them, but they have so much time to get accustomed to their new world.
Such an interesting time ahead for us all.
I'm really glad you think so, thanks, centex.
Someone will say this to Kavan in one of the next chapters. The only reason he's not being killed is because he's a relative. I'd be careful with this.
Isn't that the reason why cliffhangers are used?
With all that happened, if they are allowed to live, would be a stupid move,
I think we can agree on the fact that Caspian is not stupid. That's all I'm going to say.
BTW...Warren needs to be kissed by the sun as well, nothing good or redeeming comes from letting him live!
Everyone is so bloodthirsty...is it me? Anyway. he could be a good dummy during training sessions, maybe?
The only thing they know by now is that the Night clan endangered them with their reckless behaviour, they don't know who worked with Mother, they suspect the entire clan being involved, learning about Henri's plans, some might distrust vampires at all times.
By the way, how do you like the wolf's name?
LOL
Why would Henri want to expose magical beings to humans?
You already answered that question, he seems to be crazy. Maybe he drank a bad pint of blood?
A few hours before Lord Caspian’s soldiers were supposed to pick us up, I had to live through a strange this-is-what-you-want-to-wear-to-church-on-a-Sunday-morning moment. Konstantin came into my room, took one look at me, and instantly wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Doc was right.”
“Huh?”
“No one informed you about the dress code?”
I frowned. “Dress code?” I looked at my best pair of jeans and pulled the seam of the clean t-shirt I wore. “What’s wrong with this? It isn’t as if we