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arjaandsimoni · 2 years ago

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The Cheron Group

The team came back the next day for a much less formal meeting, of which Arja was very grateful. For one, it meant she could dress down for it. Today the vanara girl was wearing just a soccer teeshirt and jeans, along with comfy sneakers. Simoni still dressed up a bit, but only in a green silk top and long loose black skirt, along with some dressy shoes. Arja shrugged at it but didn’t mind. Simoni tended to prefer skirts anyways since she could shapeshift with ease in them and had long ago gotten used to wearing them over jeans or pants.

Nelen and Dawn were coming as well, the former in a comfy tee-shirt and jeans which would be easy to move around in for him. The latter in her normal street outfit of baggy jeans, tee-shirt, sunglasses, and sock hat to hide her inhuman nature from the more mundane peoples of the world. Though her tee-shirt bore the legend ‘I’m not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.’

Simoni had realized a bit ago that all of Dawn’s teeshirts seemed to be quotes from Lewis Carrol, specifically things the Cheshire Cat had said. She’d asked Nelen if this was intentional and he’d just shrugged and replied that every time they got to a new city before teaming up with them in Jaipur she’d vanish for a while, then come back with a new custom teeshirt. He never found out how she found the stores to make them and Dawn would never tell him.

In any case, they had arrived once more at the Roche estate, this time however Ryan had invited them to his private study… the domed room they had seen from outside.

It was a massive circular room with bookshelves on all the walls. Some containing books of course, ranging from handwritten journals both recent and ancient, folders of reports from Roche agents travelling around France, scrolls in tightly sealed cases, and large leatherbound tomes of all sizes.

Other shelves contained Ryan’s private collection of artifacts. A large crystal ball sat on a shelf, a wine rack held bottles that seemed to be full of strange things like swirling colored smoke, half seen shadows, or what Nelen was pretty sure was actually blood.

There was a large telescope dominating the center of the room, the roof of the room could be opened and closed to allow it to extend skywards, and near the entryway of the door was a large skull that could have only come from a dragon… though the last dragons had fled to Arcadia before any of them had been born.

There was a desk along the far end of the room, behind it a large window showing the grounds of the Roche estate, currently covered in deep snow, and Ryan made it clear the minute they were there what he wished to know. Alice and Nessa were there as well, to offer encouragement if necessary… through words only of course.

“I will cut straight to the chase everyone.” he began, “How did you do it?” he asked, nodding firmly.

Arja and Simoni looked confused for a second, then it hit them. “You mean Claiomh Dorcadas, don’t you?” asked the vanara girl. “You wanna know how we broke it.”

Ryan nodded, “My men have realized that the increased reports of supernatural activity across the globe began the day immediately following the eruption of magic in Ireland… everyone who isn’t mundane on the planet felt that.” he explained, walking across the room slowly, “And… of the few creatures we encountered that we were able to communicate with… they expressed only extreme confusion. They all mentioned a sword, then nothing, and then suddenly returning with the world far different than it had been.” he nodded.

“My agents are working with Clan Fullmoon, attempting to determine at least to some degree who and what escaped when the blade shattered… but one thing that we are extremely concerned about is how it occurred. Jeannie won’t tell us, says its ‘not our business,’ and while I do not enjoy having to go over her head like this, we must know. We need to know if it is possible to do it again, if only so we know how likely it will be that we may need to contain anything dangerous.” he nodded to them, “Even if a supernatural being, freshly freed, isn’t malicious… a confused one can do some damage out of fear or panic.” he explained, “I understand if you don’t wish to tell me, we all have our secrets after all, but I implore you… even partial information could help us prepare for another incident.

Arja and Simoni looked at each other, then Simoni stepped forward, Dusk sitting on her shoulder as she did. “Then, you shouldn’t have much to worry about. In order to break this blade, we needed help, and…” and she went on to tell Ryan of the night they laid siege to Castle Fullmoon. How both Morrigan, the Maven of War, and Arja’s own divine ancestor King Hanuman, had appeared before them.

She told him how they had given them a unique weapon to counter the mundane blade in question, and how they had transferred their godhood to the two girls just long enough to destroy the sword by overloading it, by forcing it to consume so much magic that it overpowered the sword’s ability to devour magic and shattered it from within, destroying Castle Fullmoon in the process.

“… and that was when we found out that the creatures that the sword had ‘killed’ had actually been trapped inside it ourselves.” she nodded, gesturing to Dusk as he groomed his paws on her shoulder.

Nelen nodded, stepping forward and gesturing to the feline. “This is Dusk, Dawn’s younger brother. Her entire family had been attacked by Franklin several years ago in the United States, Michigan specifically, when they were coming after me. I hid in the warehouse, unaware that anyone else was inside, and when Franklin realized that Dusk and his family were Cheshires and not mundane cats he used the sword on them.” he explained.

“Dawn survived the attack by luck, she was on the far end of the warehouse at the time and Franklin overlooked her, and I took her with me after we escaped.” he continued, putting his hand on Dawn’s shoulder as the Cheshire looked away and fidgeted. She hated hearing the story, even though it had wound up having a happy ending for her. Losing her family for that long had been very hard on the girl.

Ryan nodded slowly, taking a few notes as he did so. “I see… and of course it is extremely unlikely that divine intervention like that would happen again. The amount of magical energy that two gods must have produced would have been unimaginable!” he nodded, looking honestly relieved. “While of course it pains me to think of other beings trapped in those blades, it is good to know that we will not have to worry about such a sudden appearance of new unknowns into the world. I just wish we knew where the others were… it’d help if we could keep tabs on them.”

Nelen thought on that, “Weeeeeell… I can’t speak for most but…”

They all looked at him, Arja staring at the warlock with a very confused face. “… wait, but what Nelen?” she asked.

“Well, I didn’t know what it was before, but after seeing Franklin’s sword I realized that I had seen another weapon like that… one of those… Nessa, what are those wooden clubs with the shards of obsidian along the edges called?” he asked. While his ear clip would translate any word he heard spoken or saw written down, it would not help with words he genuinely didn’t know.

Nessa cleared her throat, “A ‘macahuitl,’ if you’re talking about what I think you are…” she replied, raising an eyebrow, “… and if you are… Nelen, are you saying you’ve seen, with your own eyes, the Path to the Underworld?” she asked.

Nelen nodded slowly, “I wasn’t sure at the time, we didn’t have long to examine it what with the alarms blaring and the guards on our asses… I mean, the last place you want to get caught by the guards is in one of Cheron’s research facili-…” he began.

Ryan’s eyebrows rose so high the nearly seemed to leave his head, the man crossing the room in two strides. “I beg your pardon?” he asked as Alice and Nessa both started, “Are you saying that one of those manifested war crimes against the supernatural world is in the hands of the Cheron Group?!” His worry had returned, and it brought its close friends; anxiety, panic, and imagined peril.

Nelen leaned back a bit, “Uh, yeah? Dawn and I raided one of their California labs back about four years ago and… well…”

Ryan leaned back composing himself, then walked to his desk and took out a tape recorder. “Young man, please, I wish to hear everything about this. Every last bit you can remember. The Cheron Group are among one of House Roche’s greatest foes.” he looked imploringly at Nelen.

The Cheron Group. Publicly they were a pharmaceuticals company developing cutting edge medications and such. They didn’t produce goods often, but when they did they were the kind of medicines and treatments that hospitals would fight each other to obtain.

The secret to their successes however? Everything they produced was pulled from the body of a supernatural creature. Marrow from werewolf bones, changeling blood, and whatever else they could obtain to turn into painkillers, medical treatments, and other medicines… and damn the costs to the donors. Every supernatural being who knew of Cheron shuddered at the idea of being inside one of their facilities, harvested by their doctors… usually in ways that ranged from crippling to fatal.

The warlock looked around, then shrugged at Dawn who shrugged back. “Alright, everyone grab a chair, this could take a bit…” he nodded, pulling one over and having a seat.

Once everyone was settled, Nelen nodded to Ryan who hit the record button.

“Okay, so this all started back in Fall about four years ago…” he began.

The Wulfshead Club, Four Years Ago

Nelen sat at the bar as Dawn whooped it up at the stage, doing the rather raunchy Not My Final Song by the Celtic Metal band Elvenking to the amusement of many of the patrons. He was scrolling through the job listings when he found one with a sizeable payoff… and a very unusual client.

“Huh… Shaman check this out.” he said, holding the phone where the other man could see it.

Shaman had met Nelen just a year before at this point, but the two had become fast friends, occasionally working together when a situation in London required help. While the Wulfshead could go anywhere (as long as a city was near enough for the door to materialize in) he preferred to stick in his hometown. Nelen didn’t question it. The reason was ‘personal,’ which of course meant ‘you don’t ask me, I won’t ask you.’

“Well I’ll be damned. A packleader for a group of werewolves?” he asked.

The warlock nodded, “Yeah, says she’s looking to request help with a rescue. Apparently, her grandson got grabbed by those Cheron Group assholes.” he nodded. “Yanno, I bet I could get in. I just busted a vampire free from them a bit ago on the East Coast. Guy called Dev/Null. He could spoof me some credentials if I could get him to listen long enough.”

Shaman shook his head, “Good luck mate, I don’t tangle with those types. Outside my pay grade to mess with someone as big as Cheron.”

Nelen nodded, then pulled up Dev/Null’s contact info. The vampire was young even by human standards, and was a talented hacker, which was how he’d caught the eye of Cheron to begin with. He’d managed to crack a smartphone someone had lifted off one of their agents, but the security software pinged his IP and transmitted the info to Cheron’s security division. One of his online buddies knew of the Wulfshead and had posted a request for help and Nelen had him home in time to raid Naxxramus that Thursday.

House Roche, Present Day

Nelen slipped a hand into his bag, pulling out a false ID on a lanyard showing his picture with a fake name under it. “Once Dev/Null had the bullshit identification together Dawn and I had to work out how we’d get in. I couldn’t just sneak in the back after all… but if I had something they wanted…” he began.

Dawn grinned wide, leaning back in her chair, “… and he did. Me. Cheiron had wanted to get their hands on a Wonderlander for years. They think they can use us to synthesize some sort of neurological drugs or something.”

Ryan scowled at that, “Yes, we’ve been aware of that. The fact that most of Wonderland’s residents are capable of teleportation due to their merely tangential relationship with reality frustrates them to no end however…” he chuckled ruefully.

Nelen nodded, “Yeah, so we came up with a plan… We found out that the werewolf was in the care of one of Cheiron’s heavy hitters, a Dr. Geisler. Some German who apparently was a big fan of the ‘arcane sciences’ that they used to be known for. So…”

Southern California, Four Years Ago

Nelen walked towards the entrance to the lab, a cat carrier held in one hand. The outside had been spray-painted with esoteric symbols. “Remember Dawn, play it up that you don’t wanna be here. Throw a fit once we get inside. It’ll help convince them.” he said as they drew close.

“Got it… this is gonna be sooooo good!” she cackled.

“Alright, showtime…” he whispered to her, then walked up to the door and swiped his card… after a minute of sweating however the door beeped, then they walked inside and crossed the floor, heading to the reception.

The building was… well, totally nondescript. It was the same sort of faceless office building you’d see anywhere else in America. Built for a purpose, but easily repurposed should the original owners go out of business, change business avenues, or what have you. Grey stone walls, large windows out front, potted plants and landscape paintings inside, but other than a large sign reading ‘Cheron Group’ in the lobby you’d never know who ran it.

The woman there looked up and frowned, “Are you a new hire? I don’t remember seeing you before.” she muttered.

“Blake Fitzgerald, out of our New York office. I was in California on leave and managed to bag something special. Radioed it in and Doc Geisler said he wanted this one delivered personally.” he nodded as inside the carrier Dawn began to hiss and rattle the bars, pushing hard on it.

The receptionist hesitated, “I haven’t received word of…” she began.

Nelen leaned over the counter, “Look, this one is… off the books, get me? Doc has special plans for this thing, and you and I both know the board loves him. What Doc Geisler wants, Doc Geisler GETS. Capiche?” he nodded, “Now, you could radio it down there, and they’d have to go send security to get the doctor, and he’d have to drop whatever very important work he’s doing, and come up here, and confirm it… or I can just go through with Tom Tildrum here and we can all get on with our lives.”

The woman hesitated, then decided she wasn’t being paid enough for this and nodded, “I’ll buzz you through.” she replied. A moment later the security light over the entryway turned green and he heard a click.

Dawn hissed, rattling the bars, “Lemme outta here human! I’ve had my shots already!” she yowled as he went through the security checkpoint, showing his credentials.

“Huh, a talking cat… that thing ain’t what I think it is, is it?” asked the guardsman, his body showing a few surgical scars. Nelen frowned at that. The guys who did field work for Cheron were big into body-modding… except when they did it they did it in the worst way possible. The stuff that could earn them money from major medical centers got the big budgets, and the workers got the leftovers. Their agents were equipped with ‘thaumatech,’ a fancy term meaning they had whatever parts from their captives that could be used to hurt things implanted directly into their bodies. The agents of Cheron were self-made chimera.

Nelen composed himself, “Yep, Cheshire. Got lucky and trapped it in the cage. They’ll do anything for fish. See the markings? Special runes. Cat can teleport in, they can’t teleport back out.” he grinned.

The guard grinned back, “Off the books for Geisler huh? This’ll earn you some good shit from the doctor. I hear he has some kinda ink sack they pulled outta something some fishermen off Nova Scotia got. Dunno what it was but that entire village is gone now so it ought to do some damage.” he nodded, buzzing him through.

Nelen walked in, looking around, then walked casually down the hall towards a maintenance closet. He paused, then very carefully had Merihim lash out and take out the closest two cameras before opening the closet and stepping inside.

He set the carrier down, then opened the door again and spotted it against a far wall… a little red square with a white lever reading ‘Incase of Fire.’

He glanced around, then shot Merihim out of his hand and latched onto the lever, giving it a hard tug before pulling him quickly back in and slamming the door shut, waiting for the thunder of feet to die down. Nobody stayed put when a fire alarm got pulled at a Cheron lab. It usually meant something had broken free and wasn’t happy about where it was.

Nelen let the thunder go away, then nodded, “Alright Dawn, lets go.” he grinned. “Remember, we get to the werewolf, we cut him loose, you teleport us all out, and we bolt.”

She appeared on his shoulder in her feline form, still a young kitten back then, and nodded, “Mmmhm!” he nodded.

Nelen slipped out of the room, looking around, then nonchalantly walked down the hall, looking around before taking out a wooden stick with a red gemstone hanging from it, tied in place by several strands of hair tied into a rope. A primitive trick… but a birthstone and a family member’s hair would act as a dousing rod for a specific person.

Nelen paused as they walked past the operating theaters, making a look of disgust. Torture chambers would be a better term. Each one had a large window of bulletproof glass, making it easy for security to see when something went to shit inside one and rush into the defense of the doctors and researchers.

Inside one, strapped to a metal table by cold iron bonds, was a changeling. Their body was faded and wain, losing almost all the unearthly luster Arcadia had given them in exchange for their humanity, as blood was drained out into bags to be reprocessed. Faerie blood was one of the most potent painkillers available and given that it was non-opioid it was always in demand. The faeries would likely give up smaller quantities in exchange for something, but Cheron preferred to process in bulk as it were.

The next one held what was likely a vampire. They were tied down into a dental chair, their fangs being pulled. That vampire wouldn’t survive the next few months. No fangs meant they couldn’t feed. They didn’t drink the blood like humans drank water, but rather drew it out of their victims through their hollow fangs. With no way to pull the blood into their heart, they were doomed to either slip into an endless torpor, the deathly coma of the vampyr, or give up and let the sun take them. Nelen didn’t know what Cheron wanted with the fangs, likely thaumatech for one of their men.

Dawn hissed at the sight. “Sickos… can’t we cut them loose too?” she asked.

Nelen sighed, “Wish we could, but we’re already going to get on their shit list freeing the werewolf. I don’t need another price on my head for gramps to compete with.” he nodded, heading past an armory and, across from it, was the private lab of Dr. Geisler.

As he did he saw, in the window of the armory, a macahuitl resting on the table inside, with what looked like strange black holes where the blades would normally be…

Back in the Present

“… at the time I thought it was just a weird relic, like some artifact their agents brought back for study. Lots of Mayan and Aztec relics use darkness and other similar powers so I didn’t think it unusual but given what happened next… well… there was no way it couldn’t be a Mundane Blade in hindsight.” he explained.

Dawn frowned, “We had no idea until just a few weeks after Arja and Simoni blew Frank straight to Hell on a magi-nuclear express.” she grumbled, her tail thrashing, “But yah… we broke into the doctor’s lab and…”

Cheron Lab, Four Years Ago

The door was locked, and Nelen’s spoofed credentials wouldn’t open this one… but he didn’t need them. Merihim’s demonic strength was more than enough to break the lock apart… and once inside he saw him.

The werewolf was transformed, strapped down to a very solid examination table face up, and clearly not happy about it. Nearby, laid out neatly on a tray, were a series of nasty looking autopsy tools… all of them with silvered edges.

“Right, here we are.” nodded the warlock as he walked close and undid the bindings holding the werewolf’s muzzle shut.

Immediately the werewolf snarled in fury and snapped at him, Nelen pulling his hand back just in time! “WOAH! HEY! Calm down Teen Wolf!” he shouted, “Um… shit what’d she say… Gibbous! Your first change was under a Gibbous moon!” he nodded firmly.

The werewolf paused, their ears perking up, and then it said in the voice of a teenage boy, “… grandma sent you?” he asked.

Nelen nodded, cutting him free of the other straps, “Yeah. Cheron would be expecting a werewolf pack, so they hired out. I’m from the Wulfshead Club.” he explained.

As he cut him free however, another voice piped up.

“HEY! Hey hotshot! Over here!” came a rather angry voice.

Nelen looked around, then spotted in a cage a very odd sight. A lapine creature, like a large rabbit, with massive floppy ears almost as long as it was tall, and a spiral horn in brilliant blue growing from its forehead. Its fur was a mixture of shades of brown, and it had black beady eyes focused on him.

“Uh… okay, you’re new.” he muttered. “What the hells are you?”

The creature frowned, “I’m what happens when one of their accountants gets in a car wreck and they bring the brain back, then invent a new drinking game called ‘what has science done?’” it replied. “Look, I’m glad to see someone busting Puppers outta here, but if its not too much trouble would you mind terribly saving my furry ass too?!” he demanded.

Nelen hesitated, “Hmm… whats in it for me? I mean, I’m already going to get in Cheron’s crosshairs getting him out…”

“Oh come on! You’d let a cute little innocent bunny like me get turned into one of those sick fuck’s science projects?” asked the rabbit-thing.

“Sorry Bugs, but you gotta offer more than that if you can’t offer cash. Besides, swearing like a sailor devalues the whole ‘cute little fluffy bunny’ thing.” he smirked.

The lapine growled, “Alright smartass, how about this? You get me outta here or the second I see Geisler I’ll squeal like a stuck pig about who swiped the kid.”

Nelen frowned, “Well if you put it that way…” he grumbled, busting the cage open. “Lets go, uh…” he squinted at the card, “Project U.N.1.L.0.P? Wait… Unilop?” he asked.

The Unilop snorted, “They’re scientists, not writers. Less talky more amscray eh?” he said, letting Nelen pick him up as Dawn looked at him.

“Welp, you heard the freak of science. Lets go Dawn.” he grinned.

House Roche, Present

“Unilop was… interesting. I looked into the species later. He’s apparently an Al-Mi’raj. They’re native to the islands in the Indian Ocean. From what he told us he was one of their accountants, but he was fatally injured in a car wreck and… well… turns out that Cheron’s employment contracts claim any and all organ donor benefits.” he sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

Dawn huffed, folding her arms over her middle. “Yeah, sick little bastards don’t want anything going to waste.”

Nelen nodded, “If any worker’s rights groups caught wind of it there’d be hell to pay, hell even some religious organizations would throw a fit… but Cheron lobbies extensively with the US Government, so their pet congressmen would just drag their heels and delay the hell out of anything that would change stuff… both sides of the aisle too. If you think that the Democrats and Republicans are fighting each other, you’re kidding yourself.” he smirked. “Anyways, after we busted them out Dawn tried to teleport us… and…”

The Cheshire hissed in annoyance at the memory of that…

Cheron Lab, Past

Dawn grinned back and stretched, “One emergency exit comiiiiiiiiing…” she blinked, “Um… coming… come…” she screwed up her eyes, her tail thrashing, “… uh oh.” she opened her eyes, looking around. “Nelen? Its not… poofing.” she said.

Nelen frowned, “What do you mean its not poofing?” he asked.

“I can’t teleport us out!” she hissed back, “I’m doing what I always do, its just not going!”

He stared, “Wait… WHAT?! Dawn those marks I spray-painted onto the carrier were bullshit!” he retorted.

"I KNOW THEY WERE WIZZO! THAT WAS MY IDEA REMEMBER?!” she hissed angrily.

“Uh, guys?” said the werewolf, sniffing. “I smell people coming… lots of them…” he said.

House Roche, Present

Nelen sighed, leaning back, “… and that’s when it all went to shit…” he grinned at the memory, chuckling and shaking his head at the madness of it all.

Cheiron Lab, Past

Marching down the hall were a half dozen men in Cheiron security uniforms, all of them armed and none of them happy.

“… Dawn…” said Nelen weakly, “Initiate plan fifty-three.” he said.

Dawn nodded, “Plan fifty-three.” she agreed.

The Unilop looked confused, “Whats plan fifty-three?” he asked.

Then several safety's clicked off and the window of the lab became a mass of cracked but still thankfully bulletproof glass.

“RUN LIKE HELL!” screamed Dawn as they rushed the exit. The werewolf took down two of the guards who tried to enter, savaging them with the fury he’d been storing up while he was tied up, but that still left four more… and they were in a very tight corridor with very few ways out.

Nelen conjured a blast of blood, throwing it like a grenade between them, and with a loud SPLAT it burst on impact, showering them with the cursed blood of Merihim! Three went down, but the fourth was more resilient and gave chase! They turned and bolted as he took out a radio and shouted into it, “We have a containment breech! Lycanthrope and Project Unilop are attempting escape with the aid of an unknown person! Initiate lockdown immediately!” he shouted.

Nelen snarled, then ran for it into the facility as alarms blared, and the floor above echoed with heavy footfalls. “Dammit dammit fucking dammit!” he snarled, “RUN! Look for a fire exit or something!” he shouted as another team of Cheiron agents rounded the corner and all hell broke loose figuratively AND literally!

One of them plunged a syringe into his arm, and suddenly a swarm of bee-like creatures erupted from a tube in his wrist, the cloud of insects towards them! Nelen snarled and lashed out, Merihim’s tendril making a bloody crimson trail as it sprouted fangs, and the swarm was unable to dodge in the narrow hallway. Most of them went down, enough that the rest retreated rather than face total annihilation. The agent cursed and fell back as two more charged forward with incredible agility! The werewolf caught one and slammed it into a wall, while the other opened his mouth wide and… yep, that’s where the vampire fangs were going.

Nelen didn’t even hesitate, conjuring a fresh glob of blood and shoving it into his mouth. He went down convulsing as blood poured out of his eyes and nostrils, the warlock shoulder checking one of the others out as Dawn retreated to his other shoulder, then they rounded another corner and saw the sign…

“Fire Exit.” grinned Nelen as they raced towards it. “Hey! Think you can rip that off its hinges?” he asked.

The werewolf nodded, “Its reinforced, gimme a few minutes!” he replied, roaring and slamming his body into it, denting the door!

As he did Nelen spun around, “As soon as they get close…” he whispered to Dawn.

The Cheshire grinned, “Oh yeah… I bet THIS still works!” she cackled.

As soon as a new squad rounded the corner, she grinned wide, and her eyes flashed golden... and they all saw the owners of the parts inside their bodies standing before them, none of which were happy with them. The Cheron agents stumbled to a halt, almost slamming into each other, then backpedaled with all speed!

As they did the werewolf slammed his bulk into the door one last time, and with a scream of metal it flew off onto the floor as fresh air blew in from outside. The group rushed out and up the stairs… only to face no less than three dozen armed guards.

“Get down on your knees with your hands on your heads… NOW.” ordered the lead guard. Every guard was armed, and likely those guns had silver in them, and all of them were trained on them. Silver for the werewolf, but Nelen was human and a bullet was a bullet to him.

As they did however Dawn grinned, “Hey Nelen…” she whispered.

“Yeah?” he asked.

Suddenly reality burped, and the guards rushed forward to find an empty parking lot.

About a mile east of the facility, in a secluded wood, they reappeared. “Poof!” she giggled, her tail swishing.

Roche Manor, Present Day

“… as near as we can figure, the mundane blades cancel out nearby magic by default. The more powerful the spell, the harder it is to cast with a mundane blade nearby. Teleportation is one of the biggest tricks Dawn has, so when she tried to use it that close to the Path to the Underworld, it didn’t work because the blade ate the magic before it could kick in.” he explained.

Nelen took off his glasses, wiping them on his shirt. “Aaaaanyways, from there it was pretty standard. We got the wolf back to his pack, they paid us, and we got the hell outta dodge. Unilop actually works for the Wulfshead now. He was one of Cheiron’s accountants, so now he keeps the Club’s books instead.” he finished.

Ryan frowned, “I see… and the mundane blade?” he asked.

Nelen shrugged, “We didn’t bother checking back. Hells we only recently knew it even was one. I wouldn’t worry though. If Cheiron has the weapon its very unlikely they will put it to use. Their business relies on harvesting supernatural body parts… the sword consumes and entraps them with no way to remove them save its destruction. To their board it would be a horrible waste of resources. Odds are the weapon is kept under lock and key in storage, and as far as I’m concerned it can stay there.”

Ryan nodded slowly, then let out a sigh of relief, clicking off the tape recorder. “Yes, I have to concur. A Mundane Blade that they couldn’t control would be something that Cheiron would never want to utilize. If anything, they would try to destroy the blades themselves or simply lock them away.” he chuckled, but then his expression turned serious.

“This Dr. Geisler however, we’ve been trying to find information on him for years, but all we have is hearsay and rumor. I had hoped that you may have encountered him… but… ah well, the fact that you made it out of the facility intact is commendable.” he grinned, nodding to Nelen. “Well done Sir.”

Nelen grinned back, “It was a hell of a trip, that’s for sure… but we also tried to stay away from jobs involving them for a while. We’re all just hoping they do something big enough to piss off the Droods and get themselves wiped out.”

Ryan sighed, shaking his head, “Oh we should all be so fortunate.” he nodded… then looked up as the door opened, a maid knocking on it.

“Begging your pardon Master Roche, but… the tapestry is awakening.” she said in a worried tone.

Ryan stood immediately, as did both Nessa and Alice. “Its what?! Now?! The last time it did that was when I was just a boy!” he gasped.

The others got up as well, Arja and Simoni glancing at each other as Nelen said, “Uh, you mean that big one in the trophy room? The one that shows your family making their pact?” he asked.

Ryan moved around the table, waving for them to follow, “It is far more than a mere cloth hanging Nelen! It is how we communicate with our patron. Everyone! To the trophy hall, quickly!” he called out.

The group raced through the Roche house, taking the elevator down and then jogging along the hall to the room full of strange esoterica and portraits once more… and this time the tapestry was different indeed. The image on it showing just the faerie maiden, standing there with a serene look on her face.

Ryan stood before it, gesturing to the others to stay back. “When she comes through, bow and stay back. Our patron is a powerful queen of Arcadia.” he warned.

The tapestry seemed to shiver, then suddenly a tear appeared in it and the threads unraveled to show a gaping hole behind it… and through it the briars of the Hedge… and standing there amid them was a tall woman in white, with eyes of purest blue and a silver crown in her long golden hair.

Ryan bowed, and the others quickly followed suit, not wanting to risk offending one of the Gentry of course.

“M’lady, it has been far far too long since your presence last blessed our household.” spoke Ryan, straightening up and standing with his hands behind his back. “What do we have to thank for your visit?”

The woman stepped out into the trophy room and gestured behind her, “My children and I come to pass a warning to your family, Ryan Roche. An old foe of my court has appeared suddenly and may be making plans to attack the lands near your home.” she said as two smaller fae walked out, one dressed in a regal black tuxedo jacket and pants with a pure white shirt and a blue cravat at his throat. The other was in a pure white gown with a circlet of crystalline tears upon their head. “They are know as-…” she began, but a gasp cut her off.

“You guys! What are you two doing here?!” asked Simoni, staring at the two children.

Ryan froze as Alice and Nessa gave a worried glance towards her… and Simoni eeped, covering her mouth.

The fae queen paused, her eyebrow raising slowly as she regarded the garuda, then she glanced to the child next to her in the white gown. “… you know these mortals, children?” she asked.

The fae princess nodded, giggling in bemusement, “Yes Mother, that would be my cousin…” replied Stephy.

“Indeed.” grinned Prince Samuel, stepping forward. “Mother, may I introduce Arja and Simoni Barjar, the ones who shattered the dread blade Claiomh Dorcadas.”

The assembled mortals looked between each other in shock, Ryan’s jaw hanging open… and Dawn just grinned, then threw up her hands in triumph. “Felt it last night! NEVER DOUBT THE TAIL!” she cackled.

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24 Days of La Fayette: December 9th - Comte de Charlus

Armand-Charles-Augustin de La Croix de Castries, comte de Charlus was a French nobleman that served as a Colonel en Second in the Saintonge Regiment. The Regiment was founded as the 85e Regiment of the Line in 1684. In 1780, during the Revolutionary War it was dispatched to the former colonies under the command of the comte de Rochembeau and participated in the battle of Yorktown. After the French Revolution, the regiment was transformed into the 82e Regiment of Infantry.

Charlus was born on May 23, 1756 as the oldest son of Charles Eugène Gabriel de La Croix de Castries, marquis de Castries (1727-1801) and Gabrielle Isabeau Thérèse de Rosset. Castries served as Secretray of the French Navy from 1780 until 1787. He was made a Marshal of France in 1783.

The Marquis de Chastellux described Charlus career and character as follows in a letter to George Washington from January 12, 1781:

Count de Charlus the son of marquis de Castries our new minister is a young gentleman endowed with the best and most amiable qualities, but i may do him justice in a word by saying that he is a worthy friend to marquis de la fayette. he resigned a colonelship at home to serve in America and left in france a very handsome lady whom he had married the month before. I hope that he will testify to your excellency the respect and the attachment of the whole french army (…).

"To George Washington from François-Jean de Beauvoir, marquis de Chastellux, 12 January 1781,” Founders Online, National Archives, [This is an Early Access document from The Papers of George Washington. It is not an authoritative final version.] (09/09/2022)

Charlus had already been a friend of La Fayette when he came over with his regiment, but their relationship deepened after Charlus offered his service as a volunteer aide-de-camp in March of 1781. The comte de Charlus joined La Fayette along with the comte de Dillon and the comte (?) de Sainte-Maime. All three men were friends of La Fayette and joined him in order to support his expedition against Benedict Arnold in Virginia. It appears that only Charlus served directly as an aide-de-camp. By April of the same years, the three men had left Virginia for Rhode Island, making Charlus’ service a rather short one.

La Fayette wrote in a letter to George Washington dated February 24, 1781:

Count de Ste Mîme and Mons. de St Victor are with me-- They ask Your permission to follow me and so will Count de Charlus &c. -- I told them that You would Have No objection to it As far as may Be Consistent with their Arrangements with Count de Rochambeau upon which You will not Intrude, and that the American Army will Be Happy in all times to Be Honor’d with the visit of Such Volonteers-- But these Expressions will still do Better from You, and the word Volonteer must not Be forgotten for Reasons obvious in any thing You’ll order me to Answer to them.

"To George Washington from Marie-Joseph-Paul-Yves-Roch-Gilbert du Motier, marquis de Lafayette, 24 February 1781,” Founders Online, National Archives, [This is an Early Access document from The Papers of George Washington. It is not an authoritative final version.] (09/09/2022)

La Fayette described the whole situation further in a letter to the Prince de Poix from August 24, 1781:

You will already have learned that Charlus came to Virginia with me. He had permission to travel, but they compelled him to return nonetheless, an event that has not affected him very much.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 4, April 1, 1781–December 23, 1781, Cornell University Press, 1981, p. 356-349.

La Fayette and Charlus were reunited for the Battle of Yorktown although they were not directly serving together. We have previous letters where La Fayette expresses his warm feelings for Charlus but his letter from October 20, 1781 is my favourite example of these warm feelings. La Fayette wrote to the Prince de Poix:

I become more and more attached to Charlus. To the distinguished qualities that make him esteemed, he joins all those that make him loved. (…) Charlus, the vicomte, Damas, and I live as intimately together as in Paris.

Shortly after the Battle of Yorktown, Charlus returned to France where his military career continued to thrive. La Fayette wrote in a letter to George Washington on January 18, 1782:

Charlus is adjutant General of the Gendarmerie of France Which his Father Commands.

"To George Washington from Marie-Joseph-Paul-Yves-Roch-Gilbert du Motier, marquis de Lafayette, 18 January 1782,” Founders Online, National Archives, [This is an Early Access document from The Papers of George Washington. It is not an authoritative final version.] (09/09/2022)

The Marquis mentioned Charlus career again in a letter to George Washington from May 24, 1786:

Count de charlus, now Called duke de Castries, is Commander in second of the Gendarmerie which is Commanded by His father.

“To George Washington from Lafayette, 24 May 1786,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Confederation Series, vol. 4, 2 April 1786 – 31 January 1787, ed. W. W. Abbot. Charlottesville: University Press of Virginia, 1995, pp. 71–73.] (09/09/2022)

Their apparent closeness should make for a great friendship between La Fayette and Charlus, should it not? Well, let me introduce you to a little something called the French Revolution.

Charlus was initially quite positive towards the Revolution and even supported the abolishing of privileges for the nobility �� at heart he however remained the most astute royalist. It did not took him and La Fayette too long to clash over the politic of the Revolution. Charlus even duelled Charles Lameth, the brother of Alexandre Lameth, La Fayette’s fellow prisoner. Lameth was slightly wounded during the duel.

Charlus fled to Coppet in Switzerland where he had family and joined the Armée des émigrés in 1794 and founded his own regiment. He only returned back to France after the Restauration in 1814. He died on January 19, 1842.

Charlus had a younger sister, Adélaïde Marie de La Croix de Castries, who married the Vicomte de Mailly in 1767. He had been married twice and each marriage produced one surviving son. He was succeeded by his first born son, Edmond Eugène Philippe Hercule de La Croix de Castries.

#24 days of la fayette #marquis de lafayette #la fayette #french history #american history #american revolution #french revolution #letter #history #lafayette's aide-de-camps #comte de charlus #george washington #founders online #marquis de chastellux #1781 #1782 #1786 #1842 #1756

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Nachbarstochter zeigt ihre Fotze am Fenster

Hi, ich bin Daniel, 45 seit 14 Jahren glücklich verheiratet und Vater eines Sohnes. Ich bin 1,82 groß und durch regelmäßige Besuche im Fitnessstudio auch sportlich gebaut. Viele Kolleginnen, die mich auf der Arbeit neu kennenlernen, schätzen mein Alter wegen meiner Optik meistens auf Ende 30 bis Anfang 40. Heute möchte ich euch von meinen Erlebnissen mit einer jungen Nachbarin erzählen.

Wir wohnen seit rund 12 Jahren in einem Neubaugebiet unsere gegenüberliegenden Nachbarn hatten etwas eher als wir mit dem Hausbau begonnen und waren beide ein paar Jahre älter als meine Frau und ich. Sie hatten eine Tochter, die ebenfalls 3 oder 18 Jahre älter war als unser Sohn. Mittlerweile musste sie knappe 18 gewesen sein.

Bei einer Grillparty bei unseren Nachbarn war mir aufgefallen, dass die kleine Jill sich zu einer echten Frau entwickelt hatte. Sie hatte lange dunkle Haare, eine schlanke Figur und schöne große Brüste.

Ich schätze 75 B oder sogar C. Der knackige Arsch von Jill war zum Niederknien. Da ihre Mutter Kroatin war, hatte Sie einen leicht südlichen Touch und immer einen schönen leicht gebräunten Hautton. Ich konnte mir also vorstellen, dass die jungen Kerle bei ihr Schlange stehen würden.

Einen festen Freund hatte Jill aber meines Wissens nicht. Aber im Prinzip wollte ich auch nicht darüber nachdenken, denn ich kannte Jill ja schon seit jüngster Kindheit. Trotzdem musste ich immer wieder reflexartig auf ihre prallen Titten schauen.

Das war wohl auch meiner Frau nicht entgangen, die mich am Abend fragte, warum ich immer so auf Jill geschaut hätte.

Ich sagte ihr ganz offen, dass mir aufgefallen war, dass sich unsere kleine Nachbarin zu einer ganz schönen Rakete entwickelt hätte. Meine Frau hatte schon etwas getrunken und die Zunge saß locker. Sie sagte etwas scherzhaft… die möchtest du wohl gerne Ficken, was? Ich sagte, dass Sie spinnen würde und ich meine kleine geile Ehefrau nie eintauschen würde und ich mich schon den ganzen Abend auf einen Fick mit ihr gefreut habe. Mein Schwanz war auch schon richtig hart.

Meine Frau nahm meine Hand und führte Sie an ihre Fotze und sagte, fühl mal, ich bin auch nass. Los schieb mir deinen geilen harten Schwanz rein. Sie stieg auf mich und fickte mich ohne Umschweife durch. Sie keuchte mir ins Ohr, dass ich ihr zusätzlich den Finger in ihr enges Arschloch schieben sollte, was ich tat.

Ich kann allerdings nicht leugnen, dass ich während dem Fick mit meiner Frau auch daran dachte, wie geil es sich wohl anfühlen würde, in den Löchern unserer jungen Nachbarin zu stecken. Das machte mich mega an. Ich wechselte die Stellung und nahm meine Frau von hinten, packte sie mit einer Hand an der Hüfte. Die andere Hand legte ich auf ihren prallen Arsch und drückte meinen Daumen fest in ihre Rosette.

Ich fickte immer wilder und meine Eier klatschten heftig gegen ihre nasse Spalte. Meine Frau und ich kamen gleichzeitig. Wir beide hatten einen mega Abgang, wobei ich mir fast die ganze Zeit nur die Fotze der jungen Nachbarin vorgestellt hatte. Hierfür schämte ich mich irgendwie und ich versuchte die Geschichte aus dem Kopf zu bekommen.

Doch das sollte nicht leicht werden.

Mein Büro lag direkt ggü. von Jill's Zimmer mit großen Bodentiefen Fenstern. Aber eigentlich war ich nicht oft in unserem Büro und die größte Zeit blieb das Büro daher dunkel und unbenutzt.

Jill, die man gut auf ihrer Couch beim Fernsehen beobachten konnte, sah ich eigentlich nur hin und wieder beim Runterziehen. Nur mit einem Top und einem Slip bekleidet lümmelte sie sich häufig auf ihrer Couch vor ihrem Fernseher, der seitlich in einer Ecke neben dem Fenster stand. Wenn Sie mich beim Runterziehen entdeckte und Licht in meinem Büro sah, winkte Sie freundlich. Da unsere Häuser nicht sehr weit auseinander lagen, konnte man alle wichtigen Details auch recht gut erkennen und man sah, dass Sie meistens Calvin Klein Slips und manchmal auch Tangas trug.

Das man sie sehen konnte, störte Jill offenbar nicht.

Eines Nachmittags im April machte ich an einem Sonntag die Steuern in meinem Arbeitszimmer während meine Frau mit unserem Sohn die Schwiegereltern besuchte. Unsere Nachbarn tranken Kaffee im Wohnzimmer. Auch das konnte ich gut sehen.

Jill schaute offenbar wieder locker bekleidet TV und winkte mir kurz zu. Anschließend war ich total vertieft in unsere Steuererklärung. Als ich nach etwa zwei Stunden mal wieder meinen Blick vom Bildschirm abwendete, traute ich meinen Augen nicht. Da saß Jill breitbeinig auf der Couch, hatte kein Oberteil mehr an und masierte ihre prallen Brüste.

Eine Hand wanderte dabei immer wieder in Richtung ihres Slips. Sie schien total vertieft zu sein, denn Sie wusste ja eigentlich dass ich im Büro war. Mein Schwanz war sofort mega hart und ich konnte nicht mehr wegschauen. Jills Hand wanderte jetzt immer häufiger zwischen ihre Schenkel und sie zog den Slip zur Seite, um mit ihren Fingern tief in ihre Fotze zu ficken.

Jetzt stand sie auf, zog den Slip aus und setzte sich mit weit gespreizten Beinen wieder auf die Couch. Ich konnte erkennen, dass sie einen akurat rasierten schwarzen Strich über ihrem Loch trug. Ihre junge Fotze hingegen war glatt rasiert. Sie rieb immer wilder an ihrer Klitoris und leckte sich zwischendurch ihren eigenen Lustsaft von den Fingern.

Ich hatte wie in Trance meinen schon mit Lusttropfen benetzten Schwanz aus meiner Jeans befreit und wichste meinen harten Prügel, während ich vor dem Fenster in unserem Büro stand. Auch ich probierte meine Lusttropfen, die wirklich gut schmeckten. Ich stellte mir vor, dass ich mit dem jungen Ding gemeinsam wichsen würde. Gerne hätte ich natürlich mal ihre Fotze berührt oder den Duft ihrer Möse gerochen.

Jetzt konnte ich nicht mehr und wichste meinen Prügel so wild, dass ich eine unglaubliche Samenladung gegen die Scheibe unseres Büros spritze. Auch Jill kam jetzt anscheinend und öffnete ihre Augen mit Blick in mein Büro. Sie blieb noch eine Weile mit ihrer offenen Fotze vor dem Fenster sitzen und verschwand dann aus meinem Sichtfeld. Mit Mühe und Not befreite ich die Fensterscheibe von meinem Saft, bevor meine Frau mit meinem Sohn von den Schwiegereltern zurückkehrte.

Ich hoffte, dass die junge Nachbarstochter mich nicht gesehen hatte. Allerdings hatte ich die Befürchtung, dass mein 26 cm langer Schwanz mit fast 6 Durchmesser kaum zu übersehen war.

In den darauffolgenden Wochen und Monaten ging ich immer öfters in unser Büro, wenn ich alleine war und hatte noch häufiger die Gelegenheit, Jill bei der Masturbation zu beobachten und mich dabei selbst zu befriedigen. Doch das musste aufhören, denn ich konnte nur noch an das kleine Luder denken.

Zum Glück fuhr Jill am nächsten Tag mit ihren Eltern in den Urlaub.

Morgens schlich ich mich daher ganz früh in Mein Büro und hoffte nochmal einen Abschiedsblick auf das heiße Loch meiner jungen Nachbarin werfen zu können. Und so war es, Jill lehnte über ihre Couch und präsentierte mir ihren perfekten Arsch zog, den Slip zur Seite und fickte mit einem großen Dildo ihre pulsierende Fotze. Ihre nasse Spalte hatte einen großen feuchten Fleck an der Stelle ihrer nassen Pussy hinterlassen. Ich hätte mich gerne entladen, aber ich war leider nicht alleine im Haus.

Echt schade! Jetzt wollte ich Jill vergessen und sie zukünftig auch nicht mehr beobachten.

Jill und ihre Eltern fuhren wenige Minuten später in den Urlaub und ich stellte mir vor, dass Jill sich mit diesem geilen Anblick auch noch von mir verabschieden wollte. Plötzlich klingelte das Telefon und unser Nachbar Heiko, der Vater von Jill, war am Telefon. Hatte er mich etwa gesehen. Er klang genervt und sagte, du wir sind gerade 5 Minuten unterwegs und unsere Tochter hat ihren Fernseher angelassen.

Da wir gegenseitig einen Schlüssel von uns hatten und auf unsere Häuser während des Urlaubs Acht gaben, bat er mich den Fernseher von Jill aus zu machen. Ich ging in unser Schlafzimmer und erzählte meiner Frau, die noch schlummerte, von dem Missgeschick von Jill und dass ich kurz rübergehen würde. Meine Frau schlief wieder ein. Im Zimmer von Jill angekommen, roch noch alles nach ihr und irgendwie roch es auch geil nach Fotze und Arsch, meinte ich zumindest.

Da ihre Rollos halb heruntergelassen waren, konnte ich alles genau inspizieren, ohne Gefahr zu laufen, dass meine Frau oder mein Sohn mich hätten aus unserem Haus sehen können. In der Ecke neben dem Fernseher stand ein Stativ mit Beleuchtung, wo man das Handy oder ein Tablet für Selfie-Aufnahmen integrieren konnte. Jill war anscheinend der Fotografie und Filmerei sehr zugetan, denn in ihrem Zimmer lagen in einer Vitrine diverse Kameras. Zu meiner Verwunderung war der Fernseher nicht an.

Aber es klebte ein Post-It am TV. Hierauf standen 3 Wörter mit einem Smiley… USB, Ordner Favoriten. Ich schaltete den Fernseher ein, suchte den Ordner im USB Laufwerk und öffnete den Ordner, der auf dem Zettel stand. Im Ordner gab es eine Datei, die Lieblings-BWC hieß.

Ich setzte mich auf die Couch. Auf der Couch lag der nasse Slip von Jill, den Sie gerade noch trug. Ich presste meine Nase an den Slip. Das roch so geil, dass mein Schwanz sofort aktiviert war.

Ich faltete den Slip auseinander und leckte an dem leicht salzigen Necktar ihrer Fotze, der sich noch im Slip befand. Beim Blick auf dem Fernseher stockte mir aber dann der Atem.

Jill hatte mich tatsächlich beim Wichsen gefilmt und mit einer Kamera meinen Schwanz ganz nah herangezoomt. Mist, sie hatte mich gesehen und gefilmt.

Jetzt wollte sie mich bestimmt erpressen. 1000 Gedanken und Ängste schossen mir durch den Kopf.

Doch im nächsten Moment teilte sich der Bildschirm und Jill kam auf der anderen Hälfte ins Bild. Die kleine Sau war nackt und hatte wahrscheinlich mit ihrem Selfie Stativ einen Film gedreht, wie Sie sich selbst die Fotze massiert während ich meinen Schwanz im Büro bearbeitete. Offenbar waren ihre Eltern nicht, da, als Sie das Video drehte, denn Sie stöhnte laut bei jeder Berührung ihrer triefend nassen Spalte.

Sie rief, ja, bitte wichse deinen geilen dicken, mega Schwanz für mich und spritz deine geile Ficksahne überall hin. Ich würde dich so gerne selbst ficken du geiler Hengst. Dann rieb Sie immer wilder an Ihrer Clit und spritzte etwas Flüssigkeit aus ihrer Fotze. Sie schien mehrere Orgasmen zu haben und ihr Körper und ihre Fotze zuckten wild.

Beim näheren Betrachten der Couch sah man auch ein paar eingetrocknete Flecken. Dann spritzte auch ich im Video meine Ladung ab. Jill massiert sich im Video noch etwas weiter ihre geschwollenen Schamlippen und sagte immer wieder. Ich will diesen großen Schwanz jetzt endlich mit all meinen Löchern verwöhnen oder zumindest mal seine Ficksahne schmecken.

Dann war das Video vorbei. Meine erste Verunsicherung war verschwunden. Wie in Trance roch ich an der Couch, auf der Jill gerade noch gesessen hatte und ja, die roch geil nach allen Köpersäften, Fotze und Arsch. Den Slip inhalierte ich immer wieder tief ein.

Meine Hose hatte ich längst geöffnet und massierte meinen großen 26 cm Schwanz, der noch nie so hart war. Ich konnte nicht mehr und spritze ab, wobei ein Teil auf der Couch landete. Aber hier waren ja ohnehin schon Flecken drauf. Also egal.

Jetzt musste ich aber wieder zurück nach Hause bevor meine Frau aufwachen würde.

Ich bekam das Erlebte natürlich nicht mehr aus dem Kopf und wann immer ich konnte, ging ich während des Urlaubs zur Blumenpflege und zur Leerung des Briefkastens zu unseren Nachbarn. Ich machte mir jedes Mal den Fernseher von Jill an und rieb den Slip von Jill über mein hartes Rohr. Bei jedem Besuch kam ich mindestens 2 Mal.

Zum Abschluss spritze ich mal in ihre Unterwäsche im Nachtschrank, auf den Dildo, den ich in einer Kiste unter der Couch gefunden hatte, in ihr Bett oder in ihre Schmutzwäschetonne, in der noch mehr getragene Unterwäsche lag. Dabei filmte ich mich mit meinem Handy. Als der Urlaub zu Ende ging, legte ich legte Jill einen Zettel in die Vibrator-Box. Rate wo ich überall für dich hingewichst habe oder schau es dir einfach in deinem Lieblingsorder an :-D.

Dann kannst du evtl. noch meine Sahne irgendwo ablecken, denn ich war bis gerade noch in deinem Zimmer. Natürlich hatte ich mir das Video der geilen Teen-Schlampe auf meinem Handy und einem USB Stick gesichert. Meine Wichsorgien hatte ich Jill zudem auf ihr USB-Laufwerk des Fernsehers übertragen.

Als der Urlaub unserer Nachbarn vorbei war, fuhren wir direkt selbst im Anschluss in den Urlaub und ich versuchte die Sache zu vergessen, obwohl ich nur noch wenig Lust hatte, meine Frau zu ficken und nur noch Jill im Kopf und auf dem Handy hatte, die mich ja offensichtlich auch ficken wollte. Ob mir das Verdrängen wohl gelingt?

#sexgeschichte #sexgeschichten

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Thurs[day] 21 August 1834

9 3/4

get on as fast in the night as day – n[o]t long[e]r in chang[in]g horses – fine, b[u]t dull, cool morn[in]g – th[e]re h[a]s

been a gr[ea]t deal of r[ai]n ver[y] recent[l]y – it preced[e]d us last night – the dust qui[te] laid even fr[om] M[on]targis –

on[l]y one postill[io]n for our 4 horses all the way fr[om] Nemours to Essonne, th[e]n 2 ag[ai]n – want[e]d to be

p[ai]d the sa[me] as if 2; b[u]t, tho’ I profess[e]d to gi[ve] 2/. p[e]r p[ai]r dur[in]g the night, I w[oul]d n[o]t do th[i]s, and on[l]y ga[ve] h[i]m 3/. p[e]r p[air]

at 7 1/2 sm[all] drizzl[in]g r[ai]n – Fr[om] Fontainebleau, the count[r]y, tho’ neith[e]r beaut[iful] n[o]r pict[uresque], improves – good

lit[tle] towns or vil[lage]s – good maison de campagne – evid[entl]y appr[oa]ching the capit[a]l – at Villejuif at 9 53/..

and off ag[ai]n at 10 – a dirtyish look[in]g goodish 1 st[ree]t vil[lage] – Fine view of Paris, and Montmartre,

en sort[an]t de Villejuif – the day clears a lit[tle] and the sun app[ea]rs – traces of a gr[ea]t deal of r[ai]n here in the

night – Pass the barr[ie]r int[o] Paris at 10 29/.. – pass[e]d by the r[ue] S[ain]t Vict[oi]re n°27 – sev[era]l let[ter]s 15

days, and s[e]nt immed[iatel]y to Geneva! how terrib[l]y unlucky – the wom[a]n s[ai]d I h[a]d prom[ise]d to wr[ite] and say

when no mo[re] were to be forward[e]d – I do rememb[e]e so[me]th[in]g of th[i]s, b[u]t nev[e]r th[ou]ght of it till th[i]s

inst[an]t – How unlucky! – Alight at Meurices’ at 11 1/4 – noth[in]g b[u]t a sm[all] 3me – lit[tle]

sitt[in]g r[oo]m and bedr[oo]m and 1 ver[y] sm[all] pl[a]ce for Eugenie – ta[ke] it – a lit de sangle put up in

the bedr[oo]m for A- [Adney] w[oul]d n[o]t tell the pr[ice] - br[eak]f[a]st at 11 5/.. – wash[e]d and dress[e]d – and wr[ote] 1 end and finish[e]d

A-‘s [Adney] let[ter] to my a[un]t writ[ten] at Clerm[on]t – afr[ai]d we sh[oul]d n[o]t get off fr[om] Paris till Mon[day] – will

wr[ite] a few lines fr[om] Lond[on] – wr[ote] also to ‘Monsieur Monsieur le directeur de la poste

aux lettres, à Genèva, Swisse’ begg[in]g h[i]m to forw[ar]d mine and A-‘s [Adney] let[ter]s to me aux soins de

Mess[ieu]rs Laffitte and c°, bankers Paris – A- [Adney] and I out at 4 – walk[e]d immed[iatel]y to the gr[ea]t poste

aux let[tre]s r[ue] Jean Jacques Rousseau – too late for let[tre]s affranchis – the off[i]ce closes at 4 –

b[u]t put in the let[ter] (vid[ere] 5th line ab[ov]e) to Geneva – saw the hall an bled (inter[io]r and walk[e]d all r[ou]nd it) –

saw als[o] the ch[ur]ces de S[ain]t Eustache and S[ain]t Roch, and call[e]d and ask[e]d M[ada]me Contant ab[ou]t Edredon –

n[o]t m[u]ch the bet[ter] for th[a]t – ord[ere]d one (w[oul]d ta[ke] 2 1/2lb. Edredon at 28/. p[e]r lb. (us[e]d to be on[l]y 25/.) to be

116fr. – ho[me] at 7 10/.. – din[ner] at 7 1/2 – ver[y] fine day – F[ahrenheit] 71° at 9 35/.. p.m. neith[e]r of us the

worse for being up all night –

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[rec. Jean C. ROCHÉ]

"À l'Écoute des Oiseaux des Alpes"

(2x12". Parc National des Écrins. 1984) [FR]

#jean roche #jean claude roche #jean c. roche #1984 #france #alps #ecrin #birds #field recording #educational #records

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werkboileddown · 6 years ago

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#jean c roche #david toop #birds of venezuela #1973

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portalibis · 4 years ago

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Superstitions orientales, ou, Tableau des erreurs et des superstitions des principaux peuples de l'orient

by Poncelin de La Roche-Tilhac, Jean-Charles, 1746-1828

c. 1785

#Vintage book #Egypt #Illustration #Art

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0014 - Hawkwoman (Kendra Saunders/Shayera Thal/Shiera Saunders)

Age: 33

Occupation: Director, adventurer.

Marital status: Single

Known relatives: Shiera Saunders Hall (great-aunt, deceased), Carter Hall (great-uncle), Cyril “Speed” Saunders (grandfather, deceased), Michael Saunders (father, deceased), Trina Saunders (mother, deceased).

Group affiliation: Justice League of America, formerly Justice Society of America.

Base of operations: Los Angeles, California, formerly St. Roch, Louisiana, New York City.

Height: 5′9″

Weight: 135 lbs.

History:

c. 1280 B.C: Princess Chay-Ara is born in Egypt.

c. 1255 B.C: Chay-Ara, along with her beloved Khufu, the wizard Nabu, and champion Teth-Adam, come across the wreckage of a Thanagarian ship, laden with the mysterious Nth metal. The two use the alien technology to bring peace to their land and build incredible wonders.

C. 1240 B.C: Khufu and Chay-Ara are murdered by the priest Hath-Set, destined to be reincarnated into new bodies.

1917 A.D: Chay-Ara is reincarnated into the body of newborn Shiera Saunders.

1940 A.D.:

Shiera meets Carter Hall, the reincarnation of Khufu, and her memories of her past lives return. She dons a costume similar to his and becomes Hawkgirl.

Hall and Saunders first encounter Dr. Anton Hastor, the modern reincarnation of Hath-Set.

The pair become founding members of the Justice Society of America, with Hall acting as their first chairman.

1941 A.D: President Franklin Roosevelt calls on Hawkgirl and the rest of the JSA to join the war effort, fighting on the home front as members of the All-Star Squadron.

1947 A.D: Hall and Saunders first encounter Jim Craddock, the Gentleman Ghost.

1951 A.D: As part of a scheme from Per Degaton, the Justice Society is called before the House Un-American Activities Commission, and forced to either reveal their true identities, or disband. Saunders, alongside many of his comrades, chooses to disband the team.

1953 A.D: Hall and Saunders are married, and have a son, Hector. They also discover the kingdom of Feithera, and adopt one of the avian humanoid natives, Norda, as their godson.

1979 A.D: Hall and Saunders are murdered by Hastor, and reincarnate as Thanagarian police officers Katar Hol and Shayera Thal.

18 years ago: Hol and Thal come to Earth, becoming members of the Justice League of America, and fast friends with Ray Palmer, the Atom.

14 years ago: Thal severs ties with Thanagar after the planet declares war on neighboring planet Rann.

10 years ago: Thal dies and Hol is gravely injured while helping to repel the invasion of Earth by an alien alliance that included Thanagarians among their number. Chay-Ara’s spirit enters the body of Kendra Saunders, Shiera’s niece, after Kendra fails to commit suicide.

7 years ago:

Attempting to avoid the destiny that people say is written out for her, Saunders joins the Justice Society, becoming romantically involved with Sanderson Hawkins.

The reborn Carter joins the new JSA as well, and successfully convinces Kendra to relocate with him to St. Roch, Louisiana. Kendra finishes her film degree at St. Roch University.

6 years ago: Kendra answers Batman’s summons to join the Justice League after the active membership vanishes to ancient Atlantis.

5 years ago:

Ray Palmer is murdered by his ex-wife, Jean Loring, under the control of Eclipso. In response, Hall nearly murders Loring in cold blood, only stopped by the intervention of Kendra.

Kendra and Carter are called upon to fight in the war between Rann and Thanagar. While Carter remains on Thanagar, Kendra returns to Earth to put some distance between the two of them.

4 years ago: Kendra moves to Los Angeles, also joining the restructured Justice League and starting a relationship with Roy Harper.

3 years ago: Carter returns to Earth, only to be swept up in the Blackest Night. He and Kendra are seemingly killed by the reanimated Black Lantern corpse of Ray Palmer, but survive thanks to the curse placed on their reincarnation.

1 year ago: Kendra reluctantly accompanies Carter when he invites her to learn the secret of their past lives together.

Present day: Kendra is offered the reins of a major motion picture, and struggles to divide her time between her job and hero work.

Commentary:

And now: Kendra “screw destiny” Saunders. I went into most of the detail on the Hawks in Carter’s post, so here I’ll be focusing on what’s unique to Kendra, her ongoing fight against the pull she feels toward Carter, which is Chay-Ara’s spirit guiding her back toward her “soulmate.”

Due to a wrench thrown into the works of Khufu and Chay-Ara’s reincarnation cycle, Kendra doesn’t have the privilege of having memories of her past lives. Being Kendra Saunders is all she’s ever known, and she doesn’t care what her fate is, she wants to live her life how she chooses, especially if that means dating other men just to spite Carter.

Kendra’s got a troubled past and a fierce independent streak as she toes the line between embracing her destiny and outright rejecting it - despite everything, she still wears a variation on Shiera’s uniform, and still finds herself by Carter’s side more often than she’d really like. Will she fall victim to fate and end up linked to him again? Only time will tell.

Next up: the Atom and Jason Woodrue!

#dc #dc comics #earth 53 #profile #justice league of america #justice society of america #hawkgirl #hawkwoman #kendra saunders #shiera hall #shayera thal

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weemsbotts · 4 years ago

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Thick with Smallpox: The First Time Dumfries Battled an Invisible Foe and Won

By: Lisa Timmerman, Executive Director

In April 1777, Dumfries became a critical site to the Revolutionary War as physicians, troops, and new recruits headed to the town to partake in a mass inoculation of the Continental Army. Not only was disease reportedly “thick on the roads”, Congress and the Continental Army collectively held their breath has they enacted a massive daring plan to protect their Achilles heel – the troops and new recruits vulnerability to smallpox.

On 02/05/1777, Washington set in motion plans for a mass inoculation of all troops and new recruits aware of the need for urgency and secrecy. Not only was he battling against mistrust and misinformation, the variolation gave a milder form of smallpox to the recipients, making those individuals disease vectors as well. To do this, the Continental Army needed to secure space, supplies, and people to properly inoculate and quarantine each person. On 04/23/1777, Congress “Resolved, that Dr. James Tilton be authorized to report to Dumfries in Virginia, there to take charge of all Continental soldiers that are or shall be inoculated against smallpox, and that he shall be furnished with the necessary medicines.” Congress dispatched physicians across the colonies including Alexandria and Georgetown. Troops previously unexposed to smallpox and new recruits arrived in these designated areas with the army using guarded private homes and churches as inoculation and treatment centers. Joseph Robertson from Northumberland Co., Virginia, noted, “Was marched to Dumfries, where I was inoculated for the small pox, on recovering from which I was marched to Valley Forge…” By 06/02/1777, Dr. William Shippen, Jr. wrote to George Washington noting, “…to assist & direct Dr. Tilton one of our senior Surgeons who writes me he has near 1100 Carolinians, officers included, under inoculation at Dumfries, Alexandria & Georgetown; Not one of these men have been subjects of our Hospital, but are in a fine state to receive the small pox & promise fair to have that disease very lightly; owing the Dr writes to their officers great attention to the cleanliness of their men; than which nothing can more effectually secure the health of a large Army.” Merchant and Postmaster Ebenezer Hazard traveled through the region in May 1777 describing Dumfries as “a very small Place, of considerable Trade” noting that most of the North Carolina and Virginia troops were “under inoculation”. (You can read about his other unpleasant statements in a previous blog here).

Colonel William Grayson actively reported the situation to Washington requesting his approval to purchase medicines from regimental surgeon Dr. Alexander to difficulties recruiting new men during April 1777, even noting the resignation of officers. His letter to Washington on 04/22/1777 from Dumfries noted his active involvement in directing units to inoculation sites such as Colchester and Alexandria as “there being no room at this place”. Frustrating to officers was the refusal of some counties to inoculate. Lieutenant Colonel Leven Powell notified Grayson of this in Loudon County, “I applyd to our Court the other day for leave to innoculate our Soldiers for the Small Pox but without Success, as the Season is advan[c]ing fast would it not be best for them to go either to Dumfries or Alexa., I am told the Small Pox is so thick on the road to Phila. that it will [be] impossible to get there without taking it. Any Orders you shall give respecting it I will endeavour to have complyd.”

(1782 Rochambeau Map: Camp a Dumphris. “Amérique campagne". Rochambeau,Jean-Baptiste-Donatien de Vimeur, comte de, 1725-1807.1782. G1201.S3 R65 1782 Vault : Roch 67. Library of Congress Geography and Map Division Washington, D.C.)

Overall, this audacious, risky, and impressive plan prevented an uncontrolled massive smallpox outbreak that could have disabled the Continental Army at crucial moments during the Revolutionary War. Washington’s campaign took the morality rate that was upwards of 50% to less than 2%. The evidence from this along with the development of the actual vaccine led President James Madison to sign ‘An Act to Encourage Vaccination’ that created the United States Vaccine Agency and required “‘the postal service to carry mail containing smallpox vaccine materials free of charge’.” And the doctor ordered to Dumfries in April 1777? Notably, Dr. Tilton later became the Physician and Surgeon General of the U.S. Army from 1813-1815, consistently advocating for proper sanitation protocols, elimination of incompetent persons, and the importance of well-ventilated areas.

While this blog focused on Virginia and the soldiers in the Revolutionary War, the history of inoculation in America began when the enslaved person physician Cotton Mather referred to as Onesimus (his real name is unknown) explained the practice of variolation. You can read more about this incredible story here (Washington Post Link: The African Roots of Inoculation in America: Saving Lives for Three Centuries by Gillian Brockell).

Note: The Weems-Botts Museum and Lee Lansing Research Library are scheduled to reopen to the public on 05/01! Until then, you can enjoy our virtual programs such as our monthly Weems-Botts Bibliophiles. March features the history, lore, and stories of the Brothers Grimm fairy tales, featuring academic discussions and eyebrow raising morals – tickets and more info here!

(NPS: Prince William Forest: The Crossing Trail. Used by Washington & Rochambeau but also served as a thoroughfare for Virginia)

(Sources: Fisher, Amy Lynn and Raymond Dwek. George Washington and the First Mass Military Inoculation. Library of Congress: Science Reference Services, 2009. Accessed 03/16/2021; Thacker, Brenda. Disease in the Revolutionary War. George Washington’s Mount Vernon: Washington Library. Accessed 03/16/2021; Revolutionary War: History: The Continental Army Battles an Invisible Foe. American Battlefield Trust. Accessed 03/16/2021; CDC: History of Smallpox, https://www.cdc.gov/smallpox/history/history.html; Najera, Rene F. Black History Month: Onesimus Spreads Wisdom That Saves Lives of Bostonians During a Smallpox Epidemic. The History of Vaccines: An Educational Resource by the College of Physicians of Philadelphia. Accessed 03/16/2021; Becker, Ann M. Smallpox in Washington’s Army: Strategic Implications of the Disease during the American Revolutionary War. The Journal of Military History, Vol. 68, No. 2 (April 2004): 381-430; Virginia Military Records From The VA Magazine of History and Biography, the William and Mary College Quarterly, and Tyler’s Quarterly. Baltimore: Clearfield Company, 2000; Bayne-Jones, Stanhope. The Evolution of Preventative Medicine in the United States Army, 1607-1939, Part 3: The American Revolutionary War and First Years of the Republic; Inglis, Stacey. Focusing on Firsts: Delaware Doctor was First U.S. Army Surgeon General. Delaware Medical Journal, September/October 2018, Vol. 90, No. 7:pages 248-251; “To George Washington from Colonel William Grayson, 1 April 1777,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Washington/03-09-02-0037. [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 9, 28 March 1777 – 10 June 1777, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University Press of Virginia, 1999, pp. 35–37.]; “To George Washington from Colonel William Grayson, 8 April 1777,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Washington/03-09-02-0089. [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 9, 28 March 1777 – 10 June 1777, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University Press of Virginia, 1999, pp. 86–87.]; “To George Washington from Colonel William Grayson, 29 April 1777,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Washington/03-09-02-0287. [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 9, 28 March 1777 – 10 June 1777, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University Press of Virginia, 1999, pp. 299–300.]; “To George Washington from Colonel William Grayson, 22 April 1777,” Founders Online, National Archives, https://founders.archives.gov/documents/Washington/03-09-02-0222. [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 9, 28 March 1777 – 10 June 1777, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University Press of Virginia, 1999, pp. 237–238.]; NCBI: Liebowitz, Dan. Smallpox Vaccination: An Early Start of Modern Medicine in America. Journal of Community Hospital Internal Medicine Perspectives. 2017 Jan; 7(1): 61–63.)

#revolutionary war #inoculation #staysafe #vaccine #virginiahistory #localhistory #smallpox #georgewashington #military #bravery #primarysources #museumfromhome #historyathome

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Reading de Nacht Reading 2019

my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

martin hägglund "this life why mortality makes us free" (2019)

postcyberpunkstompf:

01 ken liu (ed) "broken stars: contemporary chinese sf in translation" (2019)

02 cory doctorow "radicalized" (2019) 03 dave hutchinson "the return of the incredible exploding man" (2019) + dave hutchinson "nomads" (2019) + dave hutchinson "thumbprints" (1978) + dave hutchinson "torn air" (1980) + dave hutchinson "the push" (2009) + dave hutchinson "the villages" (2002) ... damn that elusive "paradise equation" (1981) ... 04 tade thompson "rosewater" (2016) + tade thompson "rosewater insurrection" (2019) + tade thompson "rosewater redemption" (2019) 05 desirina boskovich (ed) "lost transmissions: the secret history of sf & f" (2019)

06 hannu rajaniemi & jacob weisman (eds) "the new voices of science fiction" (2019) 07 gardner dozois (ed) "the very best of the best: 35 years of the year's best science fiction" (2019) 08 jonathan strahan (ed) "the best science fiction & fantasy of the year, volume thirteen" (2019) 09 robert markeley "kim stanley robinson modern masters of sf" (2019) 10 allan kaster (ed) "the year's top hard sf stories 3" (2019)

11 olivier girard (ed) "bifrost 96 la revue des mondes imaginaires: william gibson" (2019) 12 mario guglielminetti "web is over. parabola ed esplosione di ubuweb, l'antiprofilo" (2019) 13 bryan thomas schmidt (ed) "infinite stars: dark frontiers" (2019) 14 baoshu "the redemption of time" [2011] (2019) 15 cixin liu "the supernova era" [2003] (2019)

16 l. x. beckett "gamechanger" (2019) 17 gareth l powell "fleet of knives" (2019) 18 chen qiufan "waste tide" [2013] (2019) 19 derek künsken "the quantum garden" (2019) 20 gregory benford "rewrite: loops in the timescape" (2019)

21 james s.a. corey "tiamat's wrath" (2019) + james s.a. corey "auberon" (2019) 22 jim al-khalili "sunfall" (2019) 23 peter f hamilton "salvation lost" (2019) 24 neal asher "the warship" (2019) 25 jonathan strahan (ed) "mission critical" (2019)

26 jack mcdevitt "octavia gone" (2019) 27 elizabeth bear "ancestral night" (2019) 28 ian mcdonald "moon rising" (2019) 29 carmen maria machado (ed) "the best american sf & f 2019" (2019) 30 valerie valdes "chilling effect" (2019) 31 simon morden "bright morning star" (2019) + s. j. morden "no way" (2019) 32 neil stephenson "fall or, dodge in hell" (2019) 33 graham edwards "string city" (2019)

klassikstompf:

01 arno schmidt "bottom's dream" [1970] (2016) ... & still reading ...

02 jorge luis borgès "borgès restored (the author's preferred translations)" (2016) 03 julie orringer "the flight portfolio" (2019) + julie orringer "the invisible bridge" (2010) 04 pola oloixarac "savage theories" (2017) + pola oloixarac "dark constellations" (2019) 05 simon critchley "memory theatre" (2014)

06 gabriel josipovici "hotel andromeda" (2014) 07 david keenan "for the good times" (2019) 08 wg sebald "vertigo" [1990] (1999) + wg sebald "the emmigrants" [1992] (1996) + wg sebald "the rings of saturn" [1995] (1998) + wg sebald "austerlitz" (2001) 09 luis chitarroni "the no variations "diary of an unfinished novel" [2007] (2013) 10 julián ríos "larva: a midsummer night's babel" [1983] (1991)

11 césar aira "birthday" [2001] (2019) + césar aira "three novels" [1990-2000-1997] (2018) 12 tom mole "the secret life of books" (2019) 13 lucy ives "loudermilk or the real poet or the origin of the world" (2019) 14 lászló krasznahorkai "baron wenckheim's homecoming" [2016] (2019) 15 lucy ellmann "ducks, newburyport" (2019)

16 lars iyer "nietzsche & the burbs" (2019) 17 d harlan wilson "the psychotic dr. schreber" (2019) 18 andrew gallix (ed) "we'll never have paris" (2019) 19 chris kelso (ed) "i transgress" (2019) 20 john crowley "the solitudes" [1987] (2007) + john crowley "love & sleep" (1994) + john crowley "daemonomania" (2000) + john crowley "endless things" (2007) ... (the aegypt cycle)

polarstompf:

01 carlos ruiz zafón "the labyrinth of the spirits" [2017] (2018)

02 volker kutscher "the fatherland files" [2012] (2019) 03 andrea camilleri "the overnight kidnapper" [2015] (2019) + andrea camilleri "the other end of the line" [2016] (2019) 04 mick herron "joe country" (2019) + mick herron "this is what happened" (2018) + mick herron "nobody walks" (2015) 05 john le carré "agent running the field" (2019)

06 guillaume musso "la vie secrète des écrivains" (2019) 07 luke mccallin "the man from berlin" (2013) + luke mccallin "the pale house" (2014) + luke mccallin "the divided city" (2016) 09 henry porter "brandenburg" [2005] (2019) + henry porter "firefly" (2018) + henry porter "white hot silence" (2019) 10 mitch silver "the bookworm" (2018) + mitch silver "in secret service" (2007)

11 alan judd "the accidental agent" (2019) 12 philip kerr "metropolis" (2019) 13 ian rankin "westwind" (2019) 14 jo nesbø "the knife" (2019) 15 david hewson "devil's fjord" (2019)

16 barry forshaw "crime fiction: a reader's guide" (2019) 17 a.a. dhand "one way out" (2019) 18 martin holmén "clinch: the stockholm trilogy 01" (2016) + martin holmén "down for te count: the stockholm trilogy 02" (2017) + martin holmén "slugger: the stockholm trilogy 03" (2019) 19 michael kestemont "de zwarte koning" (2019) 20 soren sveistrup "the chestnut man" [2018] (2019)

21 tim mason "the darwin affair" (2019) 22 patrick conrad "good night, charlie" (2019) 23 chris pavone "the paris diversion" (2019) 24 dov aflon "a long night in paris" (2019) 25 arne dahl "hunted" [2017] (2019)

RIP ANDREA CAMILLERI !

gedächtnisstompf:

01 martin hägglund "this life: why mortality makes us free" (2019) / "this life: secular faith & spiritual freedom" (2019)

02 derrida "la vie la mort: séminaire (1975-1976)" (2019) 03 jean-luc nancy "derrida, suppléments” (2019) 04 jean-françois bouthors et jean-luc nancy "démocratie! hic et nunc" (2019) 05 hannah arendt "de vrijheid om vrij te zijn" (2019) + hannah arendt "nous autres réfugiés" (2019)

06 mckenzie wark "capital is dead": is this something worse?" (2019) 07 johan schokker & tim schokker "extimiteit: jacques lacan's terugkeer naar freud" (2000) 08 gerhard richter & ann schmock (eds) "give the word: responses to werner hamacher's 95 theses on philology" (2019) 09 ranja n gosh "philosophy & poetry: continental perspectives" (2019) 10 shoshana zuboff "the age of surveillance capitalism" (2019)

11 kate zambrano "screen tests: stories & other writing" (2019) 12 daniele carluccio "roland barthes lecteur" (2019) 13 jean-clet martin "la philosophie de gilles deleuze" (2019) 14 mitchell dean & daniel zamora "le dernier homme et la fin de la révolution: foucault après mai 68" (2019) 15 arnon grunberg "vriend & vijand: decadentie, ondergang & verlossing" (2019)

16 kwami anthony appiah "de leugens die ons verbinden: een nieuwe kijk op identiteit" [2018] (2019) 17 quentin meillassoux "science fiction & extro-science fiction" (2015) 18 roberto calasso "het onbenoembare verleden" [2017] (2019) 19 lydia davis "essays" (2019) 20 denise riley "time lived, without its flow" (2019)

poesisstompf:

zoë skoulding "footnotes to water" (2019)

platterstompf:

01 rick moody "on celestial music, and other adventures in listening" (2012)

02 yann courtiau "frictions: ce que la littérature a fait à la musique et ce que la musique a en a fait" (2019) 03 vivien goldman "revenge of the she-punks: a feminist music history from poly styrene to pussy riot" (2019) 04 garrígos, triana & guerra "god save the queens: pioneras del punk" (2019) 05 jon savage "this searing light, the sun & everything else: joy division the oral history" (2019)

06 richard beck "trains, jesus, and murder: the gospel according to johnny cash" 07 mark lanegan "sleevenotes" (2019) 08 jason williamson "jason williamson's house party: sleaford mods 2014-2019" (2019) 09 gallix, hill, & rose (eds) "love bites: fiction inspired by pete shelley" (2019) 10 greg laurie "johnny cash the redemption of an american icon" (2019)

11 marc vos & toon loenders "siglo xx: opdat de dood ons levend vindt & het leven ons niet doodt" (2019) 12 david sandilands & david keenan "go ahead & drop the bomb (memorial device pamflet)" (2019) 13 guillaume belhomme "pop fin de siècle" (2019) 14 chris bohn (ed) "the wire" (magazine) (2019) 15 sylvain sylvain "there's no bones in ice cream: sylvain sylvain's story of the new york dolls" (2018)

16 debbie harry "face it" (2019) 17 jaime gonzalo "poder freak: una crónica de la contracultura vol III" (2014) 18 matthew bower & samantha davies "talisman angelical" (2017) 19 darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: an arcade of audio atrocity vol I" (2013) + darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: another arcade of audio atrocity vol II" (2015) 20 steve zisson (ed) "a punk rock future" (2019) / ivar muñoz-rojas "underground babilonia" (2019)

bilderstompf:

01 didier ottinger "bacon en toutes lettres" (2019)

02 antoni tàpies "cap braços cames cos" (2012) + antoni tàpies "mahlerei und graphik" (2011) 03 laura oldfield ford "savage messiah" (2019) 04 fred vermorel "dead fashion girl: a situationist detective story" (2019) 05 françois schuiten & jaco van dormael "le dernier pharaon" (2019)

06 ken krimstein "the three escapes of hannah arendt: the tyranny of truth" (2018) 07 erik bindervoet & saskia pfaeltzer "aldus sprach nietzsche's zuster" (2019) 08 anthony n fragola & roch c smith "the erotic dream machine: interviews with alain robbe-grillet on his films" (2006)

cyclostompf:

01 bernard chambaz "petite philosophie du vélo" (2019)

02 filip osselaer "de man die doodging (vervolgens mosselen bestelde, de rekening vroeg en verdween): el tarangu, josé manuel fuente" (2019) 03 peter schmink "de cultus van het lijden: een vrije oefening" (2006) 04 laurent willame "les lieux sacrés du cyclisme: 15 pélérinages à faire avant de crever" (2019) 05 jonas heyerick (ed) "bahamontes: uit liefde voor de stiel" [magazine] (2019)

06 johnny vansevenant "1969, het jaar van eddy merckx" (2019) 07 edwin winkels "la vuelta: heroïsche verhalen uit de ronde van spanje" (2019) 08 frederik baeckelandt "fausto coppi (les héros 04)" (2019) 09 harry pearson "the beast, the emperor & the milkman: a bone-shaking tour through cycling’s flemish heartlands" (2019) 10 peter cossins "the yellow jersey / le maillot jaune" (2019)

11 thijs zonneveld "het panini album" (2019) 12 thijs zonneveld "de fiets, de fiets & nog veel meer sportverhalen" (2019) 13 willy vangenechten "hoe word je een wielerfan (en blijf je er een)?" (2019)

some wissenschaftstompf & autres divertissements ...:

01 robert macfarlane "underland: a deep time journey" (2019)

02 george van hal & ans hekkenberg "het kosmisch rariteitenkabinet" (2019) 03 josey waley-cohen "only connect: the difficult second quiz book" (2019)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

... the annual out of control TBR pile ...

postcyberpunkstompf

ada hoffmann "the outside" (2019) adrian tchaikovsky "children of ruin" (2019) alastair reynolds "shadow captain" (2019) + alastair reynolds "permafrost" (2019) annalee newitz "the future of another timeline" (2019) charlie jane anders "the city in the middle of the night" (2019) farah mendlesohn "the pleasant profession of robert a heinlein" (2019)gareth l powell "ragged alice" (2019) greg egan "perihelion summer" (2019) ian creasey "the shapes of strangers" (2019) jo walton "lent" (2019)

kameron hurley "the light brigade" (2019) karl schroeder "stealing words" (2019) megan o'keefe "velocity weapon" (2019) neil clarke (ed) "the eagle has landed: 50 years of lunar sf" (2019) nina allan "the silverwind" (2019) paul di filippo "aeota" (2019) peter swirski "stanislaw lem: philosopher of the future" (2019) + peter swirski & waclaw m osadnik (eds) "lemography: stanislaw lem in the eyes of the world" (2019) richard kadrey "the grand dark" (2019) rudy rucker "million mile road trip" (2019) simon ings "the smoke" (2019)

klassikstompf

alex landragin "crossings" (2019) enrique vila-matas "mac's problem" [2017] (2019) joseph scapellato "the made-up man" (2019) kevin breatnach "tunnelvision" (2019) michel houellebecq "serotonin" (2019) nell zink "doxology" (2019) roberto bolaño "the spirit of science fiction: a novel" (2019) samanta schweblin "mouthful of birds" (2019) sergio pitol "mephisto's waltz: selected short stories" (2019) will eaves "murmur" (2019)

polarstompf

johan op de beek "het complot van laken" (2019) jon steinhagen "the hanging artist" (2019) juli zeh "empty hearts" (2019) max hertzberg "operation oskar" (2019) + max hertzberg "berlin centre" (2019) peter robinson "many rivers to cross" (2019) tony belloto "bellini & the sphinx" [1995] (2019)

#2019 #rewind #reading #lecture #librarything

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