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A chronology/reading order of Lemony Snicket’s works

The works of Lemony Snicket are often a conglomeration of documents from various sources and authors, frequently presented out of order. The following article intends to better classify the aforementioned documents by determining when they were written, forwarded, read and later made available to the general public (e.g. “us”, the readers).

This list has two purposes:

it can be used as a reading order suggestion for people who may want to experience the narrative in a more chronological manner

it is an attempt to put various events in relation to one another and create a more coherent picture of Lemony’s life, particularly regarding the various documents scattered across Lemony Snicket’s un-Authorized Autobiography and The Beatrice Letters.

This list is neither official nor to be taken as granted. In order to make sense of the chronology, some arbitrary decisions and interpretations had to be made. If you do not agree with the logic of the chronology, please feel free to express your views in the comments.

A quick reminder on the abbreviations used within this article:

LSUA = Lemony Snicket’s un-Authorized Autobiography

TBL = The Beatrice Letters

FU:13SI = File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents

For futher references, please also refer to the timeline (Link) whose purpose is to classify events within the series which do not match the creation/publication of a particular document.

More after the cut.

Before “All The Wrong Questions”

An unnamed member of V.F.D. writes a letter to secretary J. regarding the potential recruitment of a young volunteer (LSUA, p.52). The youngster in question is implied to be Daniel Handler himself (according to LSUA’s index).

Lemony meets Beatrice for the first time then sends her an apology note (TBL, LS to BB #1).

During “All The Wrong Questions”

NA (although the supplementary material FU:13SI happens between “When Did You See Her Last?” and “Shouldn’t You Be In School?”).

Between “All The Wrong Questions” and “The Bad Beginning”

Lemony writes to Beatrice about an upcoming expedition (TBL, LS to BB #2).

The official V.F.D. disguise kit manual is written (LSUA, pp.99-108). The recruitment guide (LSUA, pp.189-191) could also have been written at the same time. NB: the disguise kit manual and the recruitment could actually be much older than that. However the disguise kit manual mentions sugar bowls, which implies that it would have been written at around the same time period as the earliest mentions of the sugar bowl (first vineyard letter, LSUA, pp.84-86, see below). Note that sugar bowls are never mentioned in “All The Wrong Questions”, which seems VFD’s obsession with the sugar bowl only started after Lemony graduated and became a dramatic critic.

Lemony writes to Beatrice to warn her that he will soon be appointed as dramatic critic for the “Daily Punctillo” (TBL, LS to BB #3).

Beatrice writes a poem hidden inside the booklet of her play (TBL, last pages) but Lemony fails to notice it.

Lemony writes to Beatrice to schedule a date where he plans to ask her hand in marriage (TBL, LS to BB #4).

Lemony writes a letter regarding his childhood memories to Dr. Charley Patton ( LSUA, pp.8-21) before his intended marriage to Beatrice. An unidentified person will later make notes to this letter, remarking on inconsistencies in Lemony’s testimony.

Lemony writes a scathing review of Olaf’s new play (LSUA, p.77-79), also announcing his upcoming marriage to Beatrice.

Jacques (who is currently working inside the Queequeg) learns of Lemony’s review and writes his brother a letter, telling him 1) to go to Damocles Dock in order to plan his exile, 2) not to contact Beatrice ever again. He also mentions that Lemony should expect to get fired from the Daily Punctillo very soon.

The next day, Eleonora publishes a retractation and announces Lemony is fired (LSUA, p.80). She also announces the beginning of a new column by Geraldine Julienne.

The same week, Lemony manages to slip his rebuttal to Eleonora’s retractation into a morning edition of the newspaper (LSUA, p.81). Eleonora submits a second retraction in the evening edition (LSUA, p.82) and confirms that Geraldine’s column is scheduled to begin the next day.

The Vineyard of Flagrant Drapes writes a letter to Lemony, urging him to cancel the wedding as Olaf plans to crash it (LSUA, pp.84-86). This letter is later acquired by the Duchess of Winnipeg somehow.

After the debacle, Lemony is forced to hide in a VFD headquarter. During that time, the (real?) Captain S. writes instructions to Lemony so he can escape from the country on the Prospero (LSUA, pp.109-111), remarking on Lemony’s firing, and includes tickets with the letter (LSUA, pp.112-113). This letter and the tickets are sent to Larry in Damocles Dock so he can give them to Lemony when he gets there.

A crisis meeting is held with different members of VFD. J., the secretary, writes a live transcript of this meeting (LSUA, pp.33-47). It appears that the “J.” and “K.” characters present at the meeting are not Jacques and Kit, although Daniel Handler appears to be there. Several photographs (LSUA, pp.48-51) will later be added to this transcript. Olaf and Esme crash the meeting, threatening to light it on fire unless the volunteers agree with their demands.

After the meeting, the volunteers have no safe place left in the vicinity. Lemony has nowhere to go. He receives a break-up letter from Beatrice, brought to him by carrier pigeons, and answers back with a coded letter regarding her co-star’s possible duplicity (TBL, LS to BB #5).

Lemony then supposedly receives Jacques’ letter around that time and goes to Damocles Dock. Larry gives Lemony the Captain’s letter and the tickets.

A photograph of the ship is taken on the day it leaves port (LSUA, p.91). The Daily Punctillo publishes an article about the ship’s mysterious departure (LSUA, pp.93-95).

Lemony writes to Beatrice to warn her of an upcoming danger (TBL, LS to BB #6). It seems likely that this message was sent some time before Sunny’s birth but there’s also an argument for Violet’s and Klaus’.

During “The Bad Beginning”

As soon as her learns about the Baudelaire fire, Lemony dispatches Brett Helquist to draw the scene of the crime. Helquist draws the smoldering remains of the Baudelaire mansion and writes a letter to Lemony with said drawings enclosed (LSUA, pp.182-183). He plans to discuss both documents at the Valorous Farm Dairy where a meeting with Lemony Snicket and photographer Meredith Heuer has been set.

Lemony writes an early draft of the first chapter of “The Bad Beginning” (LSUA, pp.177-178). Babs later receives this early draft and writes a note to Hal (LSUA, p.176) so he can add it to the Snicket file. Lemony also writes a letter to his sister (LSUA, p.192) announcing his intention to write a book on the Baudelaire case.

Between “The Bad Beginning” and “The Reptile Room”

The new dramatic critic of the Daily Punctillo (not Lemony) writes a scathing review of Al Funcoot’s play. Enraged that Olaf is being criticized, Esme writes to Geraldine Julienne to pressure Eleonora Poe into firing the dramatic critic, as well as to enquire about Jerome Squalor’s habits. The critic is fired by Eleronora Poe. Geraldine answers Esme’s letter (LSUA, p.119-120), confirming the new critic’s firing, with a menu of the restaurant at which Jerome usually eats (LSUA, p.121).

Gustav Sebald writes a movie script to warn Montgomery Montgomery of his new assistant and of the survivor of the Baudelaire fire (LSUA, pp.61-65).

The movie is shot. A photograph of a toddler helping Gustav build the snowman is taken, with Gustav not actually appearing in the picture as he was hidden behind the snowman (LSUA, p.71). A photograph of the actor playing Young Rölf is later taken (LSUA, p.53 and p.57). Other miscellaneous pictures of the production are taken during that time (LSUA, p.68, p.69, p.70).

Lemony realizes that Montgomery Montgomery does not know the Sebald code and that the plan needs to be changed. He schedules a meeting with Gustav Sebald near the Swarthy Swamp. On his way to the meeting, Gustav is spotted by Olaf who drowns him.

Lemony arrives at the appointment and waits nineteen hours for Gustav Sebald in the Swarthy Swamp. To pass the time, he writes a letter to the cheesemakers (LSUA, pp.55-60). Lemony is unaware that Gustav is actually already there, drowned at the bottom of the swamp.

Between “The Reptile Room” and “The Wide Window”

A review of “Zombies in the Snow” by Lena Pukalie (an anagram of real-life film critic Pauline Kael) is published (LSUA, p.165) and finds its way to Lemony’s commonplace book.

During “The Wide Window”

A photograph of the Baudelaire orphans on Damocles Dock is taken by a mysterious person. Two copies of this photograph later end up in possession of K./R. (who later sends it to Olivia Caliban a.k.a Madame Lulu).

Between “The Wide Window” and “The Miserable Mill”

Jacques Snicket visits Olivia Caliban at Caligari Carnival and asks her if his brother is alive. She gives him a copy of the photograph which R. sent to her, indicating that Lemony may be currently tracking down the Baudelaire orphans from his taxi. Jacques leaves to investigate Dr. Montgomery’s house as he knows that a book on the secret Mortmain Mountains is kept there. When he arrives, he is surprised to find Quigley. Jacques gives his copy of the photograph to Quigley.

Olaf’s henchmen kill Firstein in Paltryville, intent on replacing him with the Bald Man under the pseudonym of Flacutono. They use the the lumbermill’s machines to destroy Firstein’s remains. Jacques learns of Firstein’s death and leaves for Paltryville, instructing Quigley to stay behind. In Paltryville, Jacques manages to send his investigation to the Daily Punctillo for an article. But Jacques is discovered by Olaf’s agents and has to flee. Because the body parts are unindentifiable, Detective Smith covers up the murder as the accidental death of an unknown person. Sir does not explain his foreman’s sudden disappearance to the workers. The Daily Punctillo uses Smith’s version for its final version of the article (LSUA, p.118). An earlier edition of Jacques’ article did survive (LSUA, p.117).

Jerome and Esme spend an evening together, at the end of which Esme bullies Jerome into marrying her.

Jerome schedules a wedding at the Vineyard of Flagrant Grapes where Esme hopes to receive the sugar bowl (perhaps because she expects Jacques to attend his friend’s wedding). The vineyard writes back, confirming the wedding but declining Esme’s request (LSUA, pp.84-86). Somehow the Duchess of Winnipeg later manages to get her hand on this letter. Jerome also sends a wedding invitation to Jacques Snicket. Fernald starts working as a doorman at 667 Dark Avenue in order to intercept any letter Jerome may be supposed to receive.

The Duchess fears that keeping the two vineyard letters is no longer safe for her. Unaware that Isaac Anwhistle is dead, she writes a letter to Kit Snicket, asking her to archive the two vineyard letters (LSUA, p.83).

Jacques finds out that Esme plans to marry Jerome in order to access the old V.F.D headquarter at 667 Dark Avenue. Fearing the worst, he writes Jerome a letter (LSUA, pp.122-124), but the wedding happened so quickly that Jerome was probably already married by the time Jacques found out about his engagement. Sometime during Jerome’s and Esme’s honeymoon, Jacques’ letter is intercepted by Fernald who works as a disguised doorman. Fernald and Olaf’s allies analyze Jacques’ letter and find out the village where he is hiding.

Between “The Miserable Mill” and “The Austere Academy”

An unnamed person adds a photograph of the Quagmire triplets (with a note) to the “Zombies in the snow” file in the Sebald archives (LSUA, p.70). This is because the movie was made for Montgomery Montgomery and Quigley Quagmire eventually escaped from his childhood home to Montgomery’s house.

Lemony Snicket writes Sally Sebald to inform her of Georgina Orwell’s death. Sally answers, informing him of the circumstances in which the survivor of the Baudelaire fire was hidden (LSUA, pp.66-71). Sally also finds the photograph of the Quagmire triplets inside the file and does not understand what it’s doing there. Lemony will later replace the photograph of the triplets with a photograph of people “around the same age”.

During “The Austere Academy”

At this point in time, first editions of “The Bad Beginning” and “The Reptile” apparently already exist. We see excerpts of these two books later on in other documents. This edition finds its way to a library which has recently been overtaken by the tweed-coat-wearing librarian. This is a contentious topic as “The Reptile Room” mentions Klaus and Violet reflecting on its events “years later” even though only a few months/weeks have passed at the time of the book’s publication. One can only assume that these passages are either:

the result of Lemony making reasonable assumptions on Klaus’ and Violet’s future,

additions which Lemony made years later as he kept updating the books with new details of his investigations (in which case what we, the readers, are reading is not the first edition of the book read by Al Funcoot’s fan, bur rather a later edition). This is plausible because “The Bad Beginning” got an updated edition called “The Bad Beginning: Rare Edition” with additional notes regarding Lemony’s more recent findings on the events depicted in the book.

Al Funcoot (probably Olaf under a pen name) writes to one of his fans, ordering him to investigate the fate of Montgomery’s collection of reptiles. The henchman goes to his local library and reads excerpts of “The Reptile Room” (LSUA, pp.147-148).

The henchman (now disguised as a cow) roams the surrounding of Lousy Lane, looking for survivors of Montgomery’s collection. The henchman noticeably hears the Dissonant Toad who is repeating something he once heard Olaf say. Supposedly the comment made by Olaf on how incovenient it is to drown someone happened the night of Monty’s murder. The toad was in the Reptile Room that night and heard Olaf kill Montgomery, after which he wondered aloud how he was going to dispose of the body. The henchman disguised as a cow also spots the Mamba du Mal as well as other reptiles. The henchman later reaches the Valorous Farm Dairy but does not dare approach the location.

The henchman disguised a cow sends Al Funcoot his own report of the events (LSUA, pp.145-153). The information from his report will later be used by Olaf’s allies to find and kill the survivors of Montgomery’s collection. Only the Incredibly Deadly Viper is now safe for now at the Valorous Farm Dairy.

Growing frustrated with his unsuccessful hunt for the Incredibly Deadly Viper, the henchman disguised as a cow finally works up the courage to ask the cheesemakers about the reptiles. Suspecting his ill intentions, the cheesemakers immediately write a postcard to Lemony so he can be warned that Olaf’s henchmen are looking for reptiles near the Valorous Farm Dairy (LSUA, pp.155-156).

Lemony writes a letter to the Duchess, announcing his intention to attend her Masked Ball (LSUA, p.144) even though the survivors of Montgomery’s collection are being hunted.

Supposedly the events of the Masked Ball happen soon after (Lemony flashes back to the Masked Ball in the beginning of the eleventh chapter of “The Austere Academy”). After the Masked Ball, Coach Genghis arrives at Prufrock Prep (fourth chapter of “The Austere Academy”).

Between “The Austere Academy” and “The Ersatz Elevator”

Jerome, who never received Jacques’ letter, writes Jacques to announce Esme their plans to adopt some children (LSUA, p.125).

Quigley, growing impatient, reads an article of “The Daily Punctillo” which describes his siblings’ kidnapping. He leaves for Paltryville.

Jerome writes a letter to Jacques Snicket, lamenting the fact his friend wasn’t present at his wedding (LSUA, p.125). Esme is planning to acquire the custody of the Baudelaire orphans during that time.

During that time, the tweed-coat-wearing librarian seems to change jobs as he now works at Prufrock Prep. Carmelita Spats runs into him, which earns him an appareance in her autobiography (LSUA, p.171).

During “The Ersatz Elevator”

The Duchess (or somebody impersonating her) writes a letter to Lemony (LSUA, pp.25-28). This letter was supposedly written during the “first few days” that the Baudelaire orphans spent with Esme and Jerome at 667 Dark Avenue (mentioned in Chapter Three of “The Ersatz Elevator”), before Gunther’s arrival.

At the In auction, the Esme Squalor fan club bids on the corpse of the Mamba du Mal. This is reported by the In Auction catalog (LSUA, p.164) and Lemony includes a page of the catalog in his commonplace book.

Lemony sends the cheesemakers a note (LSUA, p.159) with the contents of his commonplace book (LSUA, pp.161-175). The excerpts contained in the commonplace book are intended to warn the cheesemakers of the reptiles of montgomery’s collection and the secret messages/codes they can communicate. One of the excerpts is a newspaper describing how the Mamba du Mal was killed and auctioned.

At the Valorous Farm Dairy, the meeting planned by Meredith, Brett and Lemony goes haywire as they have been spotted by the villain disguised as a cow. The dairy is burned down by the villain but Meredith manages to take one last photograph of the dairy before the fire (LSUA, p.185). The three volunteers flee. Lemony leaves a copy of his drawing of the burned down Baudelaire mansion behind in the commotion.

Detective Smith covers up the arson when reporters of the Daily Punctillo come to investigate the fire. He provides the reporters with Brett’s drawing, unaware that it actually concerns the Baudelaire mansion. The drawing may have ended up in the archives of the Daily Punctillo. The Daily Punctillo publishes an article on the “accident” (LSUA, p.184).

During “The Vile Village”

Lemony receives the suspicious letter from the Duchess at Veblen Hall while he’s interviewing witnesses about who was driving the car on the day the Quagmire triplets were smuggled out of the city by Olaf. He fears that someone may be impersonating the Duchess and writes a note about it (LSUA, p.30).

While the Baudelaire orphans are working at the Village of Fowl Devotees, Arthur Poe meets his sister Eleonora Poe in Damocles Dock. Their conversation is recorded by a mysterious individual (LSUA, pp.134-137). The transcript of the recording is later found by an unnamed individual.

During “The Hostile Hospital”

Olaf (under the alias of Al Funcoot) knows that the Baudelaire orphans are probably somewhere in the Hinterlands and that they’ll soon try to use a telephone or a telegram machine. In order to thwart them, he writes to Eleonora Poe under the alias of Al Funcoot, convincing her to publish articles about the danger of telephone poles and fake telegrams, and later writes to an unnamed person about said article. Esme also manages to phone/write Geraldine Julienne, ordering her to lock up Eleonora Poe once the articles are published.

Eleonora writes to Arthur Poe, warning him of the danger of fake telegrams. The telegram sent by the Baudelaire orphans in the Last Chance General Store (LSUA, p.140) reaches Arthur’s bank some time later and is as such ignored.

During "The Carnivorous Carnival”

While the Baudelaire orphans try to use the phone at Caligari Carnival, the unnamed person chops down the telephone poles. This ends the connection, leaving the Baudelaire orphans confused as to why the person on the other end isn’t responding anymore. Later on, the unnamed person writes back to “Al Funcoot” (LSUA, p.132-133), thanking him for the article.

Kit roams the financial district looking for scraps of newspapers. She writes a note about that to the cheesemakers (LSUA, letter on pp.75-76). The note and the scraps of newspapers are later found by an unknown person (LSUA, note to file on p.75).

During “The Slippery Slope”

Geraldine Julienne locks up Eleonora in the basement of the Daily Punctillo’s building. Eleonora sends a telegram to her brother (LSUA, p.141), but the message is ignored by Arthur Poe on the account of her article.

During “The Grim Grotto”

As he’s following the Baudelaire orphans’ footsteps, Lemony writes a letter to his sister Kit Snicket, instructing her to meet him at the Hotel Denouement, and slips it into the pages of the manuscript (end of Chapter Five) of “The Slippery Slope”. It’s extremely unlikely Kit ever received the manuscript as she seems to believe her brother is dead in “The End”. Indeed the V.F.D. meeting scheduled at Hotel Denouement happens during “The Penultimate Peril”, which would leave barely a day for said manuscript to be forwarded to Kit. One can only assume that the letter was kept within the manuscript and never removed (for sentimental reasons?). Interestingly the letter does not specify a date and “Hotel Denouement” could refer to the underground library beneath the pond rather than the building on the surface, which means that said meeting could have been scheduled much later than the building’s eventual destruction.

Arthur Poe sends a thank-you letter to Eleonora (LSUA, pp.138-139), including the two telegrams he received (LSUA, pp.140-141).

During “The End”

Remora slips on a banana peel and quits his job at Prufrock Prep. Kit Snicket is hired to replace him and teaches at Prufrock Preparatory School for a few days. This supposedly happens during the “days” the Baudelaire orphans live with the Islanders doing pretty much nothing on the Island (this undefined time period is described in Chapter Five of “The End). A photograph (LSUA, p. 127 and p. 142) is taken of Kit “supervizing” the children during gym class. Genghis and Tench no longer teach at Prufrock, so without anyone to teach them the Prufrock students just sit around looking at a camera during their gym class. During that time, Kit also seems to write a note (LSUA, p.154) about receiving the postcard intended for Lemony by the Prufrock librarian.

The Daily Punctillo publishes an article warning parents about their children reading forbidden books. The Spats parents send that article to Nero who subsequently fires Kit Snicket and writes back to the Spats parents in gratitude (LSUA, pp.129-131).

After “Chapter Fourteen”

Lemony eventually publishes an updated edition of “The Bad Beginning” with additional notes (The Bad Beginning: Rare Edition) in which he announces his intention to release the thirteenth and final volume of “A Series Of Unfortunate Events”.

Lemony is officially declared by the authorities. The Daily Punctillo publishes an official declaration of death, announcing a burial even though no body was identified (LSUA, p.3, see also the back cover with Lemony’s note). Lemony attends his own burial where photographs are taken (LSUA, p.4 and p.7). Lemony writes a note to explain the photograph and the Daily punctillo clipping and adds it to the Autobiography file (LSUA, pp.5-7).

Beatrice Baudelaire Jr eventually learns of his uncle and his research on the Baudelaire file. She starts tracking him down and sends him several letters (TBL, BB to LS #1, #2, #3, #4 and #5). Lemony does not answer these letters as he believes the author of these letters to be Esme impersonating Beatrice Baudelaire Sr.

Beatrice Baudelaire Jr eventually meet in person at a party. During the party, Beatrice Baudelaire Jr writes her uncle an apology note (TBL, BB to LS #6). Daniel Handler later writes about this party (LSUA, pp. ix-xvii and p.193) and the autobiography is finally published.

Lemony decides to publish the letters of both Beatrices and writes a letter to his editor (TBL, foreword). The final volume of “A Series of Unfortunate Events” (including “Chapter Fourteen”, which seems to have been written conjointly with Beatrice Baudelaire Jr) and “The Beatrice Letters” are then published.

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The Day They Busted Mencken

In 1922, Baltimore-based journalist, essayist, literary critic and gadfly H. L. Mencken wrote, “I am, in brief, a libertarian of the most extreme variety, and know of no human right that is one-tenth as valuable as the simple right to utter what seems (at the moment) to be the truth.” Toward this end he used his American Mercury magazine and other publications as platforms from which to wage his ongoing war against the more ludicrous expressions of self-righteous morality, in particular fundamentalism, Prohibition and censorship. He once described the Puritan mindset that so dominated the American Northeast as “the haunting fear that someone, somewhere may be happy,” and his post-mortem evisceration of Anthony Comstock (who had staged the most singularly effective and far-reaching censorship campaign the nation had ever seen) remains shockingly timely. But That’s another story.

Comstock had taken his fight against obscenity national with the conscription of the United States Post Office, lobbying for legislation that made the mailing of materials deemed obscene a federal offense (again that’s another story). But on a local level his New York Society for the Suppression of Vice was an extremely effective weapon when it came to cracking down on New York-based publishers, booksellers, book buyers, art galleries and theaters that displayed or sold material he found personally offensive. The NYSSV was so effective it spawned other bluenose organizations in other major US cities around the turn of the twentieth century, in which holier than thou citizens took it upon themselves to scrub their own communities clean of books and art they didn’t like. It wasn’t just Fanny Hill and pornographic stereographs they were after, but George Bernard Shaw, Oscar Wilde, Eugene O’Neill, and The Decameron. Among these tight-assed citizen vigilante groups, the most powerful by far was Boston’s Watch and Ward Society, formed in 1878 with the stated purpose of cleaning up corruption in local politics. Perhaps finding that a futile waste of time, in 1906 the leaders of the Watch and Ward Society shifted their focus, aiming their vigilance at any manner of artistic expression they deemed unseemly or that might undermine the upstanding moral virtues of the fine God-fearing Christians of Boston. They did this, with the cooperation of the local vice squad and the blessing of city fathers, by banning anything they found offensive and ordering the arrest of those responsible. By the second decade of the twentieth century, no city in the nation could approach Boston when it came to banning things, and the term “Banned in Boston” soon became a big selling point in other American cities. If a book or play had been banned in Boston, you could almost guarantee hot diggity sales across the rest of the country.

But in Boston, The Watch and Ward Society—made up of citizens, not politicians, lawyers, or law-enforcement officers—wielded so much power that booksellers and publishers were terrified to cross them. If you bought or sold something they decided could corrupt the morals of your average eight-year-old girl, you could find yourself not only out of business, but in jail in short order.

In 1926, Mencken, well aware of the situation in Boston, decided to do something about it. Publishing essays lampooning our self-appointed moral guardians or condemning censorship in philosophical terms was all fine and good, John Milton and the Marquis De Sade had done the same thing, but what had it accomplished? Plays were still being shut down, museums were still hiding artwork away in vaults and classic literature was still being banned. Better to take the war directly to the enemy. He began hatching a scheme which, if successful, would lead to a court battle he felt certain he could win. As he would later write in a 1937 article about the event, “{If} [Watch and Ward Society leader John] Chase were permitted to get away with this minor assault he would be encouraged to plan worse ones, and, what is more, other wowsers elsewhere would imitate him.”

The April, 1926 issue of the American Mercury proved irresistible to Chase and his minions. The essay arguing sex should be seen as a simple and pleasant bit of recreation to pass the time would likely have been enough to get the issue banned, as would have the ad for a book already condemned by the Watch and Ward Society. The clincher, however, was an excerpt from Up From Methodism: A Memoir of a Man Gone to the Devil, by Gangs of New York author Herbert Asbury.

Asbury was the grandson of the first American bishop of the Methodist church, and in 1926, while a reporter for the New York Herald Tribune, he set to work on an intentionally profane memoir about his Methodist childhood in Missouri. “Hatrack,” the chapter he submitted to Mencken’s magazine, concerned a prostitute from his hometown who, despite being a devout Christian, found herself rejected by the church. As he tells it, she continued her life of ill-repute, bringing her Catholic customers to the Protestant cemetery to complete the transaction, and vice-versa.

Well, the piece resulted in the predictable shitstorm, and the April issue of The American Mercury was immediately declared obscene and banned by the Watch and Ward Society. Upon hearing the good news, Mencken contacted his lawyer, Boston-based attorney Herbert Ehrmann, and got on a train the next day.

The first thing they had to do, Ehrmann explained when Mencken arrived, was go to the Boston Health Department and meet with the Superintendent of Peddlers to obtain a peddler’s license permitting them to legally sell copies of the magazine in Boston Commons. That done, Ehrmann contacted Chase, asking him to meet Mencken at the corner of Park and Tremont, where Mencken would sell him a copy of the very magazine Chase’s organization had declared obscene a few days earlier. After that, Chase could feel free to have Mencken arrested if he so chose.

There was nothing accidental about the chosen meeting spot. The corner was home to the Park Street Church, where for nearly 120 years evangelical preachers had tried to terrify their congregations into lives of righteousness with fiery sermons about hell and damnation, leading the intersection to be dubbed “Brimstone Corner.”

Chase was understandably suspicious about Ehrmann’s offer. He was clearly familiar with Mencken, and was in all likelihood familiar with Ehrmann as well, a local who’d gained a national reputation as part of Sacco and Vanzetti’s defense team. Chase was used to everyone being terrified of him and doing whatever he said, but now here was this upstart journalist from Baltimore who, like all gentlemen of the Fourth Escape, was obviously up to some devilments. If nothing else, he was there to make trouble for Chase.

It’s unclear why, exactly, Chase agreed to participate in the publicity stunt. It reminds me in a way of Donald Rumsfeld agreeing to be interviewed on camera by Errol Morris. Maybe Ehrmann was simply that persuasive, or Chase was so blinkered he didn’t recognize it as a publicity stunt. An even sadder possibility is that, like Rumsfeld, Chase was convinced he could match wits with Mencken and come out on top.

In any case at noon on April fifth, a week after the magazine had been banned, Mencken showed up at Brimstone Corner, a copy of the American Mercury in hand. Word had spread about the public confrontation, and the streets were packed with onlookers, most of them, Mencken surmised, Harvard students. But instead of showing up himself as agreed, Chase instead sent his assistant to meet Mencken. Although the youngster assured Mencken he was a member in good standing of Watch and Ward, with all rights and privileges that came with the position (including the right to order arrests), Mencken was having none of it. He would only sell the magazine to Chase himself.

The assistant left, and some time later sure enough, the murmurings of the crowd announced that Chase himself had arrived, accompanied by a plainclothes officer and Captain George Patterson, Chief of the Boston PD’s vice squad.

Without much ado, Mencken offered to sell Chase the offending magazine he was carrying, and Chase handed over a fifty-cent piece. In a bit of showmanship, Mencken bit the coin to test its authenticity, and Chase ordered that the journalist be arrested.

Mencken was not billyclubbed or handcuffed. Capt. Patterson merely tapped him on the shoulder, and they made the four-block walk through the crowd to the precinct house in Pemberton Square, where Mencken was booked on a charge of possessing and selling obscene material.

The next day they went before a judge who, clearly no fan of the Watch and Ward Society, declared the April issue of The American Mercury was not obscene, and acquitted Mencken on all counts. Mencken then turned around and sued the Watch and Ward Society, accusing them of restraint of free trade. Again the judge was on Mencken’s side, going so far as to state that the banning of objectionable material was the job of lawyers and elected officials, not citizens.

Emboldened by these two victories, Mencken had the legal footing he needed to go after his real target. After the Solicitor General of the Post Office, ignoring the decision of the Boston judge, declared that issue of the American Mercury obscene, and therefore sending it through the mail a federal offense, Mencken filed suit against the U.S. Postal Service. It would have been a landmark First Amendment case and, had he won, it would have dealt a serious blow to those pinch-faced do-gooders who would tell us what we can and cannot read. That, however, would have to wait until Barney Rosset and Grove Press landed in court three decades later. Mencken’s suit was dismissed on a technicality, and that was that.

Even though in the years that followed the Watch and Ward Society would again shift their focus to more definable vices like gambling, books would continue to be banned in Boston at an unprecedented clip until the time of Mencken’s death in 1956.

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Paired bros found dead with each other in a suspected dual suicide have been named as superstars of My Major Fat Gypsy Wedding Celebration.

The physical bodies of the 32-year-old siblings, named locally as Bill as well as Joe Smith, a dad-of-two, were found in forest in a segregated country street in Sevenoaks, Kent, merely times after Christmas.

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An incident observed all of them throughout a shift in Kent, in the house where they covered the traveller way of living as well as marriage, and during a holiday in Tenerife prior to they were actually expected to settle and also begin loved ones.

The identical twins' physical bodies were actually discovered close to a ranch on the outskirts of Sevenoaks at approximately 11.30 get on Sunday.

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Name:

Aburame Fumio | 油女文雄 | Typically Male, lit. Scholarly Child

Gender:

Cis Female

Orientation:

Bisexual

Date of Birth:

April 8

Height:

5.4 ft. (Genin), 5.8 ft. (Chuunin), 6.1 ft. (Jounin)

Zodiac:

Rooster

Ethnicity:

Japanese-Analogous

Chakra Type:

Primary Earth, Secondary Fire

Specializations:

Kikaichu no Jutsu, Advanced Insect Clones, Taijutsu

Residence:

Konohagakure no Sato

Occupation:

Shinobi, Amateur Photographer

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"Yesterday, I had the rare opportunity to witness the cicadas emerge. They're a full year earlier than anticipated, so I thought to document the event... and while I readied my camera, one of the freshly-moulted adults was caught by a wasp. The struggle went on and on. It was all quite natural, but for some reason, I just can’t stop thinking about it…"

Ill-tempered and argumentative, Fumio’s default mood is a kind of contemplative irritation. While generally respectful to strangers, it doesn’t take much for a conversation with her to turn to from polite to formally-worded-but-quietly-furious. Not at all loud by nature, the best warning you’ll get that a squabble is about to escalate into a brawl is her expression: when she reaches critical yankī, you’re about to get punched. While her demeanor is just a stone’s throw from Aburame standard chill, she doesn’t quite have the inner calm to pull it off, and her stillness and quiet comes across as tense rather than tranquil.

Peel away the chitinous outer shell, and you’re left with a core of vulnerability. While Fumio’s poor social skills serve to isolate her, she stews in loneliness and often craves companionship. Agonizingly self-sabotaging, she scares away potential acquaintances, alienates family, and back talks her superiors. Understandably, this behavior hasn’t left her with many friends. Once you’ve braved the worst of her attitude and gotten to know her, however, her fumbling attempts to keep your friendship will land somewhere between pitiful and heartwarming. Expect gifts of home-cooked food, teary existentialist talks that last long into the night, and routine offers to rough up your enemies.

A surprisingly sensitive person, Fumio spends her down time practicing photography with her late mother’s camera, trying out new recipes, and tending to the hoard of potted plants she keeps inside her tiny apartment. As though trying to recapture the abundance of nature she lost when she moved out of the Aburame clan compound, she plasters the walls of her room with nature shots taken throughout the Land of Fire. In contrast to the haphazard décor, she fastidiously keeps the rest of her space tidy and organized, an inclination that also applies to her increasingly desperate attempts to tame her unruly hair. If she could smooth back the issues in her life with the same ease that she gels her hair into submission, she’d still have a mess on her hands, but at least there’d be the comforting illusion of control.

Fumio’s life has largely been defined by two factors: loss, and abuses of power from authority figures. Often, she’s found, the two are intertwined. Her adoptive brother Tatsuma and cousin Torune, two children from a noble clan who ought to have been untouchable, were stolen away by ROOT. Her team placement and assigned Jounin instructor were sabotaged by a bitter teacher who was recovering from the death of his Uchiha fiancé. Her first Chuunin exam was punctuated by a near-death experience in which a medic attempted to force Fumio overdose on anesthesia, in revenge for having killed the medic’s brother in a traumatic struggle during the course of the third exam. These experiences have made Fumio suspicious, prickly, and defensive, but underneath the aggressive exterior is someone still trying to repair the damage.

Trying, however, is not always adequate.

OTHERS

ABURAME HISAYO - Fumio’s late mother, an accomplished photographer who specialized in portraiture. Fumio wears a pair of her old glasses until they’re broken during her first Chuunin exam. Elegant but sickly, Hisayo draped her thin body in layers, and fluttered around the clan compound like a fabric ghost. After conceiving Fumio out of wedlock, her mental state began to gently deteriorate as she developed unhealthy fixations on both her ex-lover

"that awful man left us, he left us, babydoll"

and daughter.

"let mama brush your pretty hair, oh, hopeless child, what would you ever do without me?"

Fumio prefers to remember Hisayo as nurturing and kind. For the most part, that's even true.

YUTA - Assigned to the same Genin team as Fumio and fully expected to flunk out of the program, Yuta is only marginally more competent at physical feats than the average civilian. What he lacks in strength, size, courage, and ability, however, he makes up in being extremely ornery… and also by being the user of a vestigial bloodline limit. Brought over as an infant from Hidden Mist by his father during the Bloodline purges, Yuta has little to no sense of patriotic loyalty to Konoha, believing strongly that the village used up his father as an expendable asset, leading to his death. He may not be wrong.

MAEDA RYUTO - Unlike Fumio and Yuta, the village had high hopes for Ryuto. Lauded as a genius, sponsored by the Yamanaka, Ryuto spent his early years apprenticing under a little-known perfumer and ended up inventing a chakra-effused genjutsu perfume. Believing his skills would be largely wasted in the field, his instructors planned for his failure (and subsequent induction into R&D) by placing him on Team Loser. As fate would have it, however, they tragically succeeded, ruining his career. Ryuto was cool with that, though. Ryuto, the sole serene team member, is honestly cool with most things.

ABURAME SHIASE - Probably one of the oldest people in the village, Shiase is one of those rare few individuals who might be called sages. Eyeless, grumpy, and wise, she rarely leaves the clan compound, electing to send one of the various youngsters she raises as a hobby to do her dark bidding. Typical kids would probably find her creepy—to the Aburame, she’s just Obaa-sama. After the death of Hisayo, Fumio and a handful of other Aburame orphans (or kids whose parents were on long-term missions) were taken under her wing. There are three things Shiase won’t abide: whining, messy hands, and poor kikaichu control. Obey her, or perish.

ABURAME KAZUE - Born in secret to Oda Noriko outside of the clan’s knowledge, Kazue spent much of her childhood as Oda Kazue. When her father Aburame Asahi died in battle against the Kyuubi, her mother elected to not inform his clan of her pregnancy. Perhaps after Asahi's death, she wanted a normal life for Kazue, or she simply couldn’t stand the idea of Kazue being given kikaichu. Regardless, when the Aburame found out, they immediately made Kazue their ward. Safe in Shiase’s care, Kazue looked on her hived cousins not with revulsion, but a consuming jealousy—this resentment eventually poisoned her relationship with Fumio, who once considered Kazue an elder sister, to Kazue's great shame. She now apprentices with Aburame florists.

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“Do-Si-Dos and Tagalongs”

~ Okay folks, here is my first attempt at participating in the CS Halloweek event; I hope to do some of the other prompts over the course of the next week, but we’ll see how the time goes. This one – in honor of the first day’s Mysteries (Cozy, Noir, Thriller) theme – is just a playful, fluffy little caper where Emma catches the thief who has been pilfering her spare cash and discovers what the culprit has been doing with it as well. Sorry it was not posted on Day 1, but I didn’t want it to go completely unpublished, so better late than never, I guess! It allowed me the chance to finally do something with a prompt/headcanon I saw on Tumblr AGES ago, and I hope its originator (I believe it was @ripplestitchskein, to give credit where it’s due) will not be upset that I tried my own little version of it. Mostly just for fun, but I hope someone finds it cute and enjoys it. The “mystery” may be a bit of a stretch, but here goes…

“Do-Si-Dos & Tagalongs”

By: snowbellewells (or TutorGirlml on ff.net)

It all began with little Robyn, as it often does, and her wisps of untamed auburn hair framing her face, with that mischievous, gap-toothed six-year-old child’s grin and twinkle in her bright, beguiling eyes – both features that never failed to remind those who had known him of her late father and the bit of roguish bandit his smile never quite lost, even after settling in modern day Storybrooke. She had come to the two-story house Emma, Killian, and Henry had called home for some five years, with a platter full of cookies and tarts, nearly three months past, beaming and incredibly proud of herself as she presented the whole thing to the Savior, her pirate husband, and their Author son, whom she merely called “Auntie Emma”, “Uncle Killy”, and “Cousin Henry”, as a ‘thank you’ to the three of them for helping her to corral and coax her erstwhile little black cat Mac back home when he’d gotten out of the house and made a beeline for trouble, just as his young mistress often did. Regina and Zelena both trailed after her, doing their best to look bored and unconcerned with the proceedings, hands in pockets of tailored coats and matching sisterly arched brows challenging anyone to assume otherwise.

It was Regina who had shrugged sardonically when Killian exclaimed over the deliciousness of the crisp, chocolate Thin Mints, “No need to get so excited, Pirate! We just over-ordered from the Girl Scouts.”

There had been a whole, long explanation required of Emma from her inquisitive Captain once the Mills sisters and their pint size charge had gone. ‘What were Girl Scouts? Why did they sell cookies? How does one procure such delicacies? Which flavors were the best?’ and so on. For the moment, however, Emma had not been able to do more than giggle to herself at her dumbstruck husband smiling affectionately at the little girl and her gift, crow’s feet crinkling adorably beside his eyes – not to mention Robyn beaming back at him. She had sneakily managed to snap a couple pictures of the whole thing with her iPhone before Killian realized, and though Henry had seen what she was up to and smirked knowingly, he had refrained from giving her away.

Emma hadn’t thought much more about the little episode since. As was always true of Girl Scout cookies (and homemade Enchanted Forest-style apple and cherry tarts too, she was quickly learning) the plate of goodies hadn’t lasted long. Henry, fully a teenager and having recently taken up track at Violet, Grace, and Nicholas and Ava’s urging, (‘His own little crew!’, the perpetual loner Emma had been all through her own school years kept crowing happily inside) ate enough for the three of them combined, Killian had the most ridiculous sweet tooth she had ever seen, and she was rapidly discovering her own weakness for warmed up baked goods of all kinds on a chilly Fall evening. Never in her life had Emma been so settled and comfortable in one place for so long, and she couldn’t deny that she was savoring it. So when her favorites, the Do-Si-Dos, Henry’s preferred Samoas, and Killian’s Thin Mints all vanished by the end of that week, she was disappointed to find their surprise treats gone, but not at all shocked. Nothing seemed strange in fact, until she went to dig through her purse where she always kept five or ten bucks worth of dollar bills tucked away for impulsive buys, and instead found nothing but empty space.

The first time, she merely shook her head at herself; confused, but figuring that she must have snagged something at the gas station counter the last time she filled the Bug and then forgotten to replenish her stash. But it kept happening – a second, third, fourth, and even fifth, time. The radar which used to serve her well as a bail bondsperson tracking down skips in Boston had been set off and her suspicious nature engaged. A strange little mystery had presented itself in her house by the sea – and Emma Swan was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Henry was her first suspect, as she thought he might have just figured he was getting a quick advance on his allowance to take his friends for Cokes and cheese fries at Granny’s after practice or something like that. Yet, after watching her son for just a couple of days – and his allowance payout coming and going without him offering to pay her back – Emma ruled him out as the culprit. That only left her sneakily playful pirate husband, and honestly she should have known it was him without even having to test her findings.

Emma wasn’t sure how Killian was managing to swipe his loot right out from under her nose without her being able to catch him at it, and she was even more puzzled by what he could possibly be buying so often that she never saw a trace of, but then, she had never doubted how slick he was, and he’d had centuries to perfect his skills.

The whole little intrigue has been going on almost another month before Emma finally got the lucky break that spoiled Killian’s secret. She came home early from the station one afternoon; her dad having arrived a couple hours ahead of his own shift to give her a break, and as she turned the corner onto their street – though theirs was really the only house on it as the land began to roll down toward the harbor – she saw Killian closing the door behind him as he disappeared back inside, while Robyn with one of her little Girl Scout buddies in tow hopped down the front steps and out through the white picket fence onto the sidewalk, the two of them giggling together conspiratorially as they did.

Pulling up beside them, Emma parked her car at the curb quickly and hopped out to catch them before they could get far. She met the girls at the sidewalk, and for a moment wasn’t sure whether to crouch down at their level playfully, or to cross her arms and give them her ‘Mom’ look to get the answers she suddenly sensed she had found at last. She went with arms crossed authoritatively over her chest, eyebrow cocked expectantly, not wanting to consider the fact that she must look like some sort of blonde cross between her own schoolteacher-princess mother and Robyn’s Aunt Regina when she meant business. All she said was, “What brings you two here?” with a hint of a jest in her words, even though her stance clearly expected an answer.

Robyn had the decency to flush and look a bit nervous, her eyes falling to study the squeaky-clean saddle shoes she always wore with her Girl Scout uniform, before snapping her eyes back up to the Savior’s with a smile that would have done both her snarky mother and her charming outlaw father proud. ‘Oh yeah,’ Emma thought, she was definitely seeing a bit of Zelena’s formerly conniving streak now. “Nothing really,” the girl tried brightly. “Laney had just never met Captain Hook before, and so I told her it was no big deal, we were tight, and brought her over.”

The other little girl said nothing to confirm or deny Robyn’s claim, though her awkward shifting from side-to-side easily spoke for itself. Not that Emma would have mistaken her for the ringleader of whatever shenanigan was playing out here anyway; that had her unofficial niece’s fingerprints all over it. “That’s all, huh?” Emma questioned, making her tone clearly convey her doubt.

Zelena’s little troublemaker she might be, but Robyn had a penchant for stepping into mischief that was all her own and everyone knew it. When Emma didn’t budge, it only took a few more awkward seconds of stare down on the sidewalk before the little schemer cracked. When she spoke again, it was with the sincere tone of Robin Hood, legend of Sherwood Forest, which she confessed. “Oh alright, fine! You caught us! But it was just too easy not to try!”

“Wait…what was too easy?” Emma questioned, momentarily more confused than she had been, tapping her foot on the concrete and giving the youngster an even more searching look. “What are you talking about?!?” she pressed in near exasperation.

It was at this juncture that Robyn’s little pal lost her nerve and deserted the cause, clearly not having signed on to face questioning by the Sheriff-Savior. She blurted out an excuse about her mom waiting for her, blushing and stammering as she did, and then turned tail and ran.

“Fraidy cat,” Robyn muttered in disgust, the curled lip and glower she adopted as she crossed her own little arms in annoyance reminding Emma so strongly of the now reformed Wicked Witch in her heyday that for a moment she almost burst out laughing at the expression on such a tiny face, completely ruining the serious stance she was trying to hold.

“Okay, Robyn,” Emma sighed, once it was just the two of them. With a guiding hand on the little girl’s shoulder, she walked them back toward the front porch, taking a seat on the steps with her. “Let’s have it – the truth this time. Whatever you’ve been up to, it can’t be that terrible. I’m not really mad, just ready to get to the bottom of this little mystery.”

Robyn heaved a large sigh, dramatically aggrieved as only a little girl could be, and then finally started talking. “I just wanted our troop to sell the most cookies – and your husband’s such an easy target. You know that, right? I mean, I figured it out weeks ago when we brought you guys those ‘Thank You’ treats – Mom, Aunt Regina, and I… remember?”

Emma nodded, thinking back over evening meals since then, when Killian hadn’t eaten much and she had questioned if he felt alright, only to have him say he wasn’t very hungry; occasions where she had offered to make cookies and he had evasively insisted she needn’t trouble herself on his account, and again to the odd disappearance of her random bits of spending money. She was putting the pieces together even before Robyn finished coming clean.

“Your pirate just can’t resist us,” the kid shrugged, looking only a little bit sheepish now that she was caught, but not really sorry. “I don’t know if it’s the outfits, or little girls with big pleading eyes needing help, or if he just really likes our cookies, but every time I bring a new member of the troop by with boxes to sell, no matter how often we show up, he buys some more. It’s like he can’t help himself. And hey, who am I to complain?”

Emma snorted indelicately, struck by Robyn’s cunning and ingenuity, along with the sheer ridiculousness of the entire situation. Shaking her head in both disbelief and begrudging affection that wouldn’t have him any other way, Emma wondered mildly for a few seconds how she hadn’t known this was the case from the start. ‘Fearsome pirate of the seas,’ she mocked in her head, ‘bested by a bunch of cute six-year-olds with baked goods.’

Knowing that she shouldn’t simply let Robyn off with being so opportunistic and sneaky, yet not really sure what to do about it either, Emma merely gave the little girl a wry smile and light one-armed squeeze to her side with a gentle remonstrance. “Well, it’s not like you’ve really done much harm – except to my pocketbook.” She did frown just a bit there, and Robyn looked genuinely contrite. “But no more, okay? I don’t know where my pirate has been stashing his loot, but he has to be almost out of room. We’ve made our contribution to the Girl Scouts for the year. Got it?”

Robyn nodded dutifully, and though there was no judging the mischief that her hurricane “niece” could get into, Emma sensed that she understood the game was up.

Ruffling Robyn’s hair, Emma felt a momentary pang in her chest, picturing Henry at that age and wondering what he had been like and if he had been as playfully ornery as well. Having her son with her now, the relationship they had forged, and the family they have become is incredible – so much more than she had ever thought she would have – but things happened occasionally, striking her at the oddest times and there would be a melancholy moment or two of wishing she could take a portal back in time to re-live what she had lost with her son, who would be grown up and ready to leave them all too soon.

As if sensing her change in mood, Robyn reached out her little hand to lay it on Emma’s arm. “Aunt Emma?” she asked softly, her voice as hesitant and concerned as it ever got. “Are you alright? Your eyes got kinda funny and far away.”

��Shaking the bittersweet reflections from her mind, Emma gave Robyn another gentle smile. “Yep, Trouble, I’m fine. Just got sidetracked for a minute.” She stood and pulled Robyn up playfully beside her. “Now, you’d better go home before it starts getting dark. We’re good, okay? Don’t worry. I am gonna have to call your Mom and talk to her about this, but I imagine if you don’t pull any more get-rich-quick schemes, we’ll all just put this behind us.”

“Okay, Aunt Emma,” Robyn agreed, bouncing back to her usual chipper self and past the anxious moment with a child’s usual resilience. She gave her honorary auntie a hug around the waist, which Emma gladly returned, and then set off toward Zelena’s little house a block over.

“Go straight home and get there safe!” Emma called after her in parting, to which she saw Robyn nod smartly and wave back over her shoulder. Emma watched her until the little girl rounded the corner at the end of the street and out of sight.

Turning, Emma opened their heavy oak front door and slipped into their home soundlessly, hoping if her luck held, that she just might catch Killian unawares with his prize. What she got as she stood in the entryway, flabbergasted and mouth hanging open, was not quite what she had expected at all. Standing almost directly across from her, frozen before the door into the cellar that until now they had both skirted around and almost never opened – demons purged, but still not eager to loose painful memories – looking both startled at patently guilty, was her husband. Caught red handed, Emma’s inner voice supplied smugly.

“Why, hello there, Love,” Killian finally greeted, trying for suave and “turning on the smolder” as Emma has often teased him in calling it since showing her pirate Tangled and delighting in his resounding approval of Flynn Rider. He would have succeeded too, if she hadn’t known him as well as she did. “You’re home early.”

“Yep,” she stated simply, popping the ‘p’ sound as he often did in his own speech and immediately causing a change in his demeanor, alerted that she was onto his subterfuge. Emma pushed away from the door and stalked toward him slowly, the heels of her boots on hardwood the only sound in the quiet foyer as her gaze pinned him in place – turning all of his usual methods back on him and loving it.

“Would you like to tell me what you’ve been up to?” she queries, her voice practically a purr as she reached out a finger to run lightly through the chest hair peeking out of his overly undone shirt collar and batting her lashes seductively at him, as if she really were some blushing damsel in his original realm.

“Why – uh – whatever do you mean, Swan?” he tried, an equally over-the-top stab at guileless innocence on his face and in those stunning blue eyes, even as she also saw him swallow hard and scratch nervously behind his ear, the one tic he couldn’t seem to rid himself of, no matter how much a dead giveaway it was.

“I mean,” Emma murmured silkily, eyes narrowing as she leaned in even closer to him, nose almost brushing against his and her breath hot along his collarbone as she practically licked her lips while studying her quarry. Granted, her own pulse had skyrocketed at his close proximity, but she was more pleased to revel in the way her husband squirmed nervously under her hungry gaze. “You’ve been discovered, Pirate. Your supplier ratted you out.”

At that, Killian huffed out a low breath, eyes falling as he gave a slight chuckle and shook his head, having known his wife would eventually get to the bottom of what he had been doing, and almost relieved to have the secret out in the open. He truly had not meant to gather such and collection of the things anyway, but he simply could not bring himself to say no to the adorable miniature females in their sharp skirt and vest ensembles, and by this point, he was pretty sure they knew it and kept arriving at his doorstep on purpose. At any rate, Emma might have his head at the amount of money he had pilfered from her and spent needlessly, but surely they would enjoy the spoils, if nothing else. At length, with a short dip of his head in a resigned nod, Killian answered, “Aye, I figured she might at some point.”

Emma couldn’t help cracking the tiniest smile, the whole thing so silly, so domestic, so normal, and nothing like the trials they had faced ever since meeting one another and the secrets they once held back for fear of losing the other they had fought so hard to find. She shook her head, leaning in to rest her forehead against his, simply enjoying the warm comfort of his skin on hers and the soft texture of his hair where her fingers had delved in at his nape. “You’re hopeless, Babe… You know that, don’t you?”

“As you say, Wife,” he agreed good naturedly, his voice low and mumbled against the shell of her ear, making her tremble helplessly to the point of being weak-kneed, the stern composure she’d been trying to hold long gone.

“Well, let’s see this stash of booty you’ve stored up,” she prodded, curious now just how many boxes of Girl Scout cookies he had managed to amass, and anxious to tease him just a little bit more about how he had been so taken in.

Sighing with mostly pretended reluctance, Killian took her hand and led her back down the cellar steps behind him, into the once dark room she had not ventured to for some time. Once there, to her amused shock and surprise, right up against the bars she had once, while possessed by the Darkness, bound Gold as a prisoner, were stacked boxes and boxes of every type cookie the Scouts sold, nearly reaching up to the ceiling. Honestly, there was not much else to do but burst into a fit of helpless giggles, and when she did, leaning into her husband’s side to stay upright, Emma felt his shoulders shaking as he joined in.

Never again would she had to look at this space and see nothing but lonely dark and a depth of despair and hate. Unintentional though it might have been, Killian had placed and whole new memory front and center.

They ended up bagging the cookie in half dozens and giving them out to very happy trick-or-treaters the next week on Halloween night.

And if they enjoy feeding the remnants of the last couple of boxes to each other in bed… well, that’s their own delicious secret no one else need know.

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Examination of characters from â€˜The Poisonwood Bible' and â€˜The Mosquito Coast â€˜The Mosquito Coast', coordinated by Peter Weir, is a film very comparable in numerous viewpoints to the book â€˜The Poisonwood Bible', composed by Barbara Kingsolver, one of those perspectives being the likenesses between the setting and the characters. In the two books, the figure-leader of the family, Allie Fox (in â€˜The Mosquito Coast') and Nathan Price (from â€˜The Poisonwood Bible') both have comparable attributes, be that as it may, various ways to deal with their thoughts. For instance, Nathan has faith in driving on his perspectives and ways onto the Congolese individuals, be that as it may, Allie has faith in collaboration with them to prevail in his objectives. Both additionally appear to be amazingly exact as they appear decided men who are eager to get to their objectives toward the start, nonetheless, they appear to be to some degree progressively similar when they free something that is close, and become fixated on their objectives, overlooking the government assistance of their own families. The two stories are around two families who leave America, their nation of origin, to go to an outside land. The two â€˜heads', be that as it may, leave for altogether different reasons, yet they do to some degree leave their families with no decision yet to go with them. In â€˜The Mosquito Coast', Allie takes his family to the Central American downpour backwoods as a way to â€˜escape' America and it's destiny with the Atomic Bombs. Allie likewise accepts that his logical research isn't of any incentive in America, and accepts that his developments would be progressively esteemed in the event that they where taken into territories that have scarcely been moved by human progress. Nathan, nonetheless, leaves his family with no decision when he says that they are moving to the Congo as a feature of his minister work. He was really extended to this employment opportunity, and took it in great step, accepting that he should take his message to places which are less socialized. Nathan Price is a Baptist Minister who carries on with his life by the Bible. He accepts that he is a quitter for having gotten away from the destiny of being executed in the Battaan Death March, where his entire group kicked the bucket, however he get by due to earlier wounds. After that occurrence, Nathan turned out to be very fixated on the possibility of God despising him for his weakness. He promised never to be a defeatist again and committed his life to sparing the same number of spirits as he could. Nathan turns out to be so fixated on his work that he accepted that each snag in his manner was a â€˜test by God' to see his strength. Allie, then again, is a creator, so guaranteed by his child, Charlie. He is by all accounts fixated, yet thinks ethically. Allie accepts that America is biting the dust, so he chooses to leave as he might suspect it is unreasonably â€˜painful' for him to watch something he cherishes kick the bucket. He gave the case of his mom, who was in clinic when she said â€˜â€Why don't you simply give me rodent poison? â€˜â€, whereupon Allie said that he left, as he was unable to endure watch loosing somebody close. Both Nathan and Allie share a similar fixation of getting to their objectives. To such an extent, truth be told, that they disregard their families government assistance and wellbeing totally. In any event, when There is an unexpected unforeseen development, they appear to be resolute by what they call their â€˜destiny'. Nathan was unaffected by the demise of Ruth-May as he considers the to be as a chance to purify through water local people, rather than grieve for his girls misfortune. Nathan accuses the way that Ruth-May was not really submersed, thus making her demise to some degree â€˜acceptable' to him. Allie accepts the devastation of his machine was fairly bolstered by Reverend Spellgood. Allie is by all accounts a very non-strict individual, notwithstanding, he knows the statements of the Bible. This shows Allie investigates a couple of potential outcomes, yet he just chooses to develop those that he loves. As such, Nathan is to some degree indiscreet in his way to deal with helping the individuals. He chooses, when he shows up at his home in Kilanga, to set up a â€˜American Garden', whereby he will make nourishment for his family just as show the individuals of Kilanga his success since he doesn't adore bogus symbols. Nathan endeavors to nearly compel his ways and thoughts onto the Congolese individuals. He appears to be unbent on his assurance to show no weakness, yet he doesn't appear to acknowledge different thoughts. At a point, he sees that Mama Tataba's method to plant his beans appear to be progressively proper, and does really embed those thoughts. As time cruises by, and he sees very little group in the Church, he marginally looses his psyche and afterward concludes that every one of his hindrances where put by God to discourage him and to test him. This is in opposition to what Allie does toward the start of the film. In spite of the fact that he may have moved from the USA and hauled his family along, he chooses to adopt an alternate strategy into advancing into local people hearts. Where Nathan endeavored to drive his ways onto local people and accepted that he was unrivaled, Allie chose to work with them. He said before the task started â€˜â€If I don't buckle down enough, you let me know. I am not your chief, I am your companion, and I need to work for youâ€¦ â€˜â€. He may have arranged out the task, yet he positively accomplished work just as he were under directions to do what he was told. He appeared to be helpful, and at whatever point Mother Fox got any materials to share, she improved her spouses prominence by sharing those merchandise, for instance the fabric she was given by the preachers. She made garments for her little girls and saw that Mr. Haddy, a nearby, was peering toward the material, she chose to make one for him. In the following scene, it shows that everybody on that little island was wearing a similar yellow bit of material in some state of structure. Had Nathan been in this circumstance, he would most likely have told his better half of for parting with their assets to the â€˜unsaved' spirits, yet he may likewise consider it to be a strategic move to cause them to go to Church. Allie accepted this and made the most out of the individuals' appreciation towards their family by as yet making them buckle down. Nathan and Allie both appear to be exact characters in their own surroundings and furthermore in reality, they could be anyplace among us. Their over the top and egotistical perspectives can be seen in a significant number individuals who appear to be very resolved to get what they need. Nathan appears to be exact and reason toward the start, where the picture of a decided Baptist Minister is depicted. 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Fifteen candles. There is not anything wonderful approximately teenagers, growing older, feeling misplaced, unaccomplished and insecure. It simply hurts, it hurts, it hurts. There is most effective the dreaming, the imaginative and prescient of escaping into marriage and having youngsters that sticks. I am on that road of a poet who writes of madness and illness, the beauty, the sweat of other people's lives. You wouldn't like me if you truely knew me, knew who I become under lock and key, at the back of closed doorways, poison flowing thru my veins, stress and strain touching the fragile core of me. The trophy doesn't sense, look real to me. But it's miles mine for a whole day and night time earlier than I ought to return it. My call could be on it subsequent yr. For the primary time in my lifestyles I sense the heart beat of these two phrases put together, innovative writing. I am set on another direction, assembly Fugard, reading English novelists inside the library in the course of a wreck within the college day, prevailing a position inside the house play however in all that rush it is nevertheless pretty in no way sufficient. I am programming Adam, my brother. He needs to be organized for conflict. We can hear them at night time in their bedroom in the back of the closed door. Maybe we'd had been higher off pretending that they had been moving furniture round at night instead of fighting, gloves off, some thing is going, bitterness flying via the air observed by way of mock defeat, tantrum after tantrum, hysterics and the glowing seed of insanity. I'm no longer going to cry. I'm not going to cry. I'm now not going to cry. This is what I write approximately in an essay for college. I live up the whole night into the early hours of the morning writing it because I even have left it for the last minute. I write about the holocaust. A younger wife looking for her husband at a train station. It is distinct now from the beginning of the war whilst people had been being transported like farm animals, animals. These are survivors and she, the girl, the protagonist of my tale, is searching out a member of the family or members. She imagines that he is nonetheless alive after Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen. She is mad with grief. She is mad. But she believes due to the fact she has survived then so must he. I do not know a way to stop the tale. In the end I decide on finishing it with a flashback to the residence they first lived in when they had been married and the roses she grew behind the residence. Living via the inner, warped conflict of ache is simpler to bear if you have examine testimonies of pain and mental suffering in books or the newspaper or watched tv. I failed to call it 'lady suffering' then. I didn't understand what to name it. It changed into simply surrounded overwhelmingly with disbelief and a fog that for the maximum part became more than brief and a pronouncing that I chanted over and over once more interior my head, giving it sufficient room to breath, to exist. No body can hurt as a lot as I do. There are some elements of me which are damaged. My heart, my own family, my father and the pieces that are broken are lost for all time. Worst of all, people make a habit of forgetting the best components. They are irretrievable and dark. But at the screen in front of me I can piece them lower back together once more. They fit nicely. For a while they, despite the fact that the words may seem peculiar, they stay placed after which I say a good way to do. It gives me a sort of therapeutic pleasure. The contrary of truth is calling at the theory of it all blindly and searching at the theory of all of it appears like going for walks backwards. The idea of husbands and other halves breaking up and then getting lower back collectively again, going over that is the clean part. They attain a milestone in their relationship, some sought of agreement or consensus and whilst sooner or later one reaches out to the opposite that spells the quit for separation or divorce. But for the kids as opposed to mountaineering hills merrily like other kids their age, they'll need to face mountains, climb the treacherous height to get back to the start. They may also ought to abandon the sides they select however there has been no person to explain this to us, me, Eve and Adam while we had been developing up. We didn't care. We made our personal amusing. We placed on plays. We had been each different's consistent partners. We were glad. But the mechanism that stored our own family together turned into going haywire. Our mother became a jumble of nerves. Our father, our hero and king was no longer the intense force in our lives that he as soon as turned into. At night time their bed room door stayed close and we could not even start to imagine the personal torment and hell that he became going thru.

The metropolis reminds me of the sadness that I felt seeing that I changed into a infant. The Outsider, the loneliness, the ghost, the fantastic rat catcher but that infant is long past and in her place is a citizen of the arena, a girl who needs to experience, to hear phrases of know-how. A citizen who turned into taught that in anyone's life each moment of change is marked extremely with the aid of pain, by a dream, via a remote intention. The pages of my new journal are still sparkling and new. I look at them knowing that quickly words will fill the pages, swim boldly, pass in which I even have no longer gone earlier than. Soon there may be words so that it will cauterise the web page, leaving my head blank where it was once it turned into crammed. There laid capacity.

I actually have visible this in film, mental illness, the repercussions of hell, suffering and inside the madness of guys they're the creative thinkers, philosophers, called brilliant and genius, afflicted in an unforgiving global. Those are the 'elite' names given to guys. Did I need greater clarification than that for the chronic mess I commonly found myself in? But I never knew the correct second when I felt specific or moved in a different way or articulated some thing with extra bravado than I knew I had. But human beings that I knew and now and again that I turned into close to knew that I become special and wasn't afraid to tell me so. Most times they made a comic story of it. I am positive possibly they did now not imply to sound merciless, unkind or like a bully on a school playground but that is how I interpreted it. It nonetheless makes me apprehensive once I meet new human beings. When I have to make verbal exchange I constantly need someone to keep me from myself. Do I howl after I snicker or giggle with derision? Everything feels like the opposite of sublime, as if ants have were given into the sandwiches in the picnic basket, as though I am covered in blood and those are staring. Female suffering isn't the same as a person's rage and despair. They need to present their kids what they did now not have. They want to give their kids what they longed for and wanted for, what they preferred as kids and younger women earlier than they have become ladies and a photo, from time to time a replicate photo of their personal moms. If a man is violent, a female is emotional and sensitive. She has her personal needs. For me to jot down became enough and for my mother it appeared that children and a massive, spacious residence to elevate a circle of relatives in was enough. But my father was now not a violent guy, a heavy drinker, a smoker, brutal closer to my mother and me and my siblings. He changed into warm, soft and cuddly like a teddy undergo. He had brown eyes and made us all sense safe when we have been developing up. He rested lots. When he got here domestic from college (he was a most important at a high faculty), I might watch him sleep from the entrance continually expecting him for him to awaken and seize sight of me and I might look ahead to him to include me. I would never catch him embracing my mother because she hated public shows of affection. Not in front of the children, I ought to imagine she likely hissed underneath her breath so often, too many for my father to rely until he stopped doing it. At night my father could paintings on his doctoral thesis in his examine. We had been no longer to play close to the closed door or disturb him. You can not imagine all the problems I have had to go through, the ghosts I have to placed up with and the order and normalcy and simplicity I crave. What does snow experience, taste like? Like any moist, bloodless factor, like rain? The dogs are barking. They are going mad in the distance. There is some thing in his voice that annoys me, irritates me so I flip the tv off. It have to live off. I am stressed so I do what I recognize so properly. I study. How some distance is it to the next hour? Why the overexposed, the demanding situations, mercies, points of departure, the roast fowl, vegetable soup welcoming me home? It is the lifeless of wintry weather that I need; that I left in the back of in Johannesburg. It became the winter that toughened me up. Cold turning in the air, preserving nevertheless within the middle of traffic dealing with off for his or her line of assault of the destitute huddled over fires beneath the highways and bridges and squatter camps wherein there are no wet leaves and butterflies.

My sister appeared so bloodless and indifferent, aloof; she appeared to want to distance herself from us, the rest of the family as if she was made of brighter, more difficult, weightier stuff than the relaxation of us, as though it wasn't in her bloodline and the ladder of her genes to fail. We have been vulnerable, she was a saint. My truth for the higher part of the day and once in a while the night time changed into borderline, as though I changed into part of a tribe of people that point forgot in blue interiors. Swimming in a pool of blue; as if the blue had the equal consistency as ink in my eyes, the blue skin of the swimming pool in opposition to my pores and skin and of path, the pale blue school floating overhead like a ghost in a gadget. Only here I felt secure among different schoolchildren and moms, swimming instructors, lifesavers and fathers. Nobody may want to inform I become exceptional. I turned into a anonymous citizen. My limbs sank into the cool water as if I was sinking into hollows of heat sand. Home became a warm mess. Only in water may want to I escape from that fuss. Forget my brother turned into locked in rehab, neglect my sister in no way phoned to talk to me, forget about that no one ever phoned. That is what the writer works with - interiors, the darkish and the lightest components of it, the architecture of the adolescence, items round the author running manners.

Away from the stresses of and from the distinctive paths and roads I even have taken, best I had get entry to to the museum I had built up of all of the negativity I had linked with and collected over my existence experience. I desire it'd be easier to provide an explanation for matters every so often. This is what my mother does when she alternatives up a brush. A hairbrush, a toothbrush to put her 'different-face' on when she's off to church, a workshop at her church, to do service on the medical institution, whilst she pushes off to a church meeting after which all at once the affection of God rises up in her whilst she dims her candy delight, the rising panic and anxiety in the emotional screech of her hysterics as she makes waves all round us.

She walks out together with her heels clicking, glamorous and shiny, a neatly dressed Christian female, her hair falling in darkish brown curls round her face.

Everything approximately her is smooth, her clothes sticking to her discern, the flame of crimson on her cheeks, smelling like powder and heady scent, freshly washed blow-dried hair. Everything approximately me is difficult, hardened by means of spent strength, by means of wasted time, by using doing nothing, via sleep, by engaging my mind and by asking myself, 'If my mother simply cherished me, why could she say the ones things? Does she hate daddy? Is God punishing me, us, the circle of relatives and why?' This is reminiscence and bitterness at paintings within the taking walks wounded.

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A Fiendish Arrival

It would be misleading, actually, to say Fiend arrived. That sounds so mundane, every day, unremarkable. And it was unfair to apply any of those adjectives to Fiend. She was anything but unremarkable.

Inerri was, at the time, the most superstitious dragon in the lair, and she’s not one for running her life based on portents or vague signs, but even she was shaken by the circumstances surrounding Fiend’s appearance. The night was darker than normal, even by the standards of the Tangled Woods, the air felt close and heavy, thick with rain, a steady downpour that left a chill in the bones. Their breaths misted in front of their face and the fire seemed somehow inadequate even indoors. They were all curled up in the main room, ignoring the soft howling of the wind through the spindly trees outside. Everything about the evening seemed like something Chevron would conjure for his horror stories.

They should have honestly known better. But then again, Helix had arrived in the dark of early twilight and that had turned out just fine. So perhaps the precedent had left them complacent. Perhaps it had left them thinking that anyone who found shelter in a clan founded on the principle of aiding those beset by misfortune would be grateful for a new start. There really was no way to know what would come of the night’s events.

If only there had been.

Fiend was carried into the clan’s territory by a young Snapper, and it was not done quietly. The ruckus they made prompted Denara to stick her nose out into the cold evening to see what was rousing the forest. The Snapper made no attempt to conceal himself, merely trudged towards the lights flicking in the den’s entrance. His steps were weary, heavy as if he hadn’t slept in a long time; his eyes drooped and his entire stocky frame shook. Whether from the cold or exhaustion was hard to say but both no doubt contributed.

He barely made it to the den; knees wobbling a few feet from them and his legs gave out, depositing both him and the broken Ridgeback he bore on the ground in a heap. Denara made the call to bring them inside and at the time it was the logical decision. The knotted discomfort sitting in Inerri’s stomach was thanks entirely to the ominous weather and so she kept her quiet.

Silently wishing Venin would turn them away was not the same as actively sabotaging the newcomers. Which, in hindsight, Inerri fervently wishes she had done.

The Snapper heaved great big breaths once he was in the warmth of the den. He remained quiet as Venin and Denara bickered softly about whether they should be allowed to stay. In the end, it wasn’t much of a hard choice. Even Venin conceded that sending them back out into the inclement weather would be cruel.

“You can stay,” he grumbled to the Snapper. “Temporarily. You leave when she’s recovered.”

He got a terse nod from the Snapper, who introduced himself shortly as, “West,” and that was all. Even then his personality was brusque, abrasive, even for those who’d been living with Venin for the past months. West carried himself with a conservative confidence, his expressions ranged from completely blank to irritated with very little deviation.

When Denara made to help get his Ridgeback companion into the healing chamber they’d set aside since Bereave grew old enough to get herself into a scrap, he levelled her with a glare comprised of pure venom. It startled even Denara, who stood at least thrice West’s height, into stillness. With a little effort, West heaved the other dragon back up onto his shoulders and stumped into the room Inerri indicated.

She took solace only in the way Norok regarded them both with blatant distrust. “What kind of adolescents are out at this time of night, in this weather, and in such a state?” she hissed when West was gone from earshot. “They’ve clearly been in a fight.”

“We don’t know who started it or why,” Denara pointed out tactfully.

Norok snorted but didn’t argue. She could’ve. They could have held a lengthy debate on it but they didn’t. Maybe they should’ve.

Maybe Inerri shouldn’t have treated the Ridgeback’s injuries. Maybe she should’ve let the wounds take their inevitably fatal toll.

Maybe if she was a more violent dragon she would’ve trusted her initial instinct and done just that. But she’s not and so she did her work, her best work, ignoring the suspicious watch West kept of her. She blocked out the clacking of Norok’s claws as she paced outside, peeking in now and again to make sure things were going fine. She chased the youngsters away when they grew too curious. The way West tensed and snapped at them made her glad she didn’t let them linger. Especially Bereave, she was liable to agitate him beyond reason.

It was a long night.

Inerri slept long and deep once she’d patched the Ridgeback – West called her Fiend – up as best she could. Long and deep, however, did not in this case mean untroubled.

Miraculously, Fiend stirred the next afternoon. Inerri thought it incredible that she could seemingly shrug off her injuries in such a fashion. It should’ve taken her much longer to begin to recover. Inerri couldn’t say whether it was a blessing or a curse that she woke, but she did, and she was hungry. Her eyes were glassed blearily, but her features were sharp, body on edge and ready for a fight. That, on top of waking so soon after being helped, left Venin to whisper later about how she might be an asset. She was strong, fit, and fierce, she could take a hit; she might be useful.

Giving her an ounce of benefit had been a mistake they all regretted long after.

She spoke in terse, clipped sentences, giving away none of her background, no mention of family or clan or how they came to be injured in the Woods. Even then she played her cards close to the chest and her eyes darted between the four of them, wary, like a caged animal waiting for the trap to spring. Whenever her gaze landed on West, though, something almost seemed to pass between them. Inerri wasn’t alone in feeling like they were the ones being weighed, but what were two adolescents really?

Famous last words.

Venin gave them both permission to stay. At first this was only until Fiend recovered enough to travel. But then later it was contingent on them being useful. (And after that it was because he didn’t want her out of his sight, so to speak.)

If they’d known then what they were inviting into the lair, Inerri often wonders what they would’ve done about it.

Fiend did recover, rapidly, her capacity to bounce back from injuries was nothing short of incredible and Inerri’s continued care of her closing wounds and strengthening bones only made it more obvious. With her improving condition, however, came the slowly dawning realisation that she was not by any means a kind dragon. Her name, they learned, was perfectly apt. She was vicious and violent and rude, she hissed angrily whenever anyone dared approach her, her tail constantly twitching irritably as if she resented the very notion of being part of their clan.

At first it was small things. She was a skilled hunter, bringing food back to the lair after every outing, but her malicious cruelty was taken out on the animals. Inerri tried to pretend she didn’t know how Fiend made the creatures suffer before she put them out of their misery.

She hassled travellers, picking fights, breaking belongings and bones equally. Some would leave swiftly. Some didn’t leave at all.

She was a dragon so full of rage she practically vibrated angrily every moment she was awake. It became increasingly apparent that for their lair to have interactions with other dragons for trade or travel they would have to keep Fiend isolated.

It was one perfectly normal evening about a month after she and West had joined them that Fiend attacked Inerri. Fiend had over exerted herself, breaking open the last of her still mending injuries and despite her discomfort, Inerri had taken it upon herself to inspect and tidy the gash. As she finished adjusting the bandages, the twitching of Fiend’s tail increased and she lashed out, one clawed hand nearly ripping Inerri’s wing clean out of its socket. If she hadn’t been so small, so quick, she may not have survived the incident.

Despite being confronted by the others, not just Venin and Denara and Norok, but all of the steadily growing hatchlings, including Crossfire’s now impressive bulk, Fiend never so much as flinched. She showed no emotion at all. Merely sat quietly as Venin explained that what she’d done was inexcusable.

“Leave.” His tone brooked no argument. Even though he was smaller than her, softer, less pointy, she didn’t question his strength. Somehow, she just seemed to know that both Venin and Denara were some of those older dragons, the ones she could never hope to match. His tail swished across the hard packed ground. “You are not welcome.”

There was a heavy moment of silence before West spoke. “We have nowhere to go. We just need somewhere safe.”

“A home,” Fiend added in her soft, deadpan voice. “Somewhere to call our own.”

The way she phrased that sent a shiver down Inerri’s spine and she could tell from the way Venin’s claws shifted on the floor that he didn’t much like it either. It held a sort of promise. The kind that Fiend would never break. She was a threat and for the first time they all knew it, could see it plain as day. She was a hurricane ready to break them against rocky shores, a downpour fit to drown them.

Fiend was an honest to goodness disaster. Just waiting to happen.

And despite that, she could see in Venin’s posture that he wasn’t sure sending them away was the best idea. She could see in Denara’s eyes that she’d rather keep them close, where they could be watched and stopped if necessary. Inerri thought of the damage they might do to others if unleashed upon the world. She shivered again, burrowing further into Crossfire’s grassy mane.

Something in the room shifted then, as if the whole world had tilted, a shroud descended over them and the lamps flickered unhappily. Venin seemed bigger in the soft darkness; they gave him weight and power. He took a single step towards Fiend and she recoiled.

“If you harm a single member of my family,” he began in a voice that was both quietly menacing and imposing rumble, “you will not live to tell of it. You will remain distant from traders, you will not lay a claw on anyone calling our roof shelter and you will abide by my rules, whatever they be and however they change. If you cannot do this, you can leave right now and never come back.”

The air in the room shook, tears welled up in Inerri’s eyes for some reason, her bones felt like they wanted to vibrate right on out of her body and crumble to dust. From the look on Fiend’s face, she could feel that too.

“Are we clear?” Venin asked.

He never spoke that much all at once and he was clearly done for the evening but he stood his ground. Whatever magic he’d wrought shimmered and faded when Fiend nodded, though.

“Crystal,” Fiend added in a low purr once the room had returned to normal. For the first time that evening, her lips curled up into a smile; or a parody of one at least. And for the first time, Inerri wished she could’ve inflicted harm upon a dragon. She should’ve let her die.

The entire lair kept a close eye on Fiend and West after that. Nothing they did was without scrutiny. But somehow they still managed to find ways to be awful without anyone noticing. A merchant went missing a few days later, as if Fiend was pointing out that Venin couldn’t actually stop her.

They went toe to toe a few times, but she always backed down. Always wore that ominous smile when she did. Testing him, finding his boundaries, pushing, waiting for a mistake. West might’ve been less horrible but he helped her, helped her steal children from nearby clans, dispose of travellers in imaginative ways. He was her silent shadow, never seeming to make an impact on the lair really but he was no less culpable for that.

(And much later, when they were older, Inerri found a speckled nest of eggs tucked away behind one of the gardens she was cultivating, in a darker place, hidden by the gloomy trees. At first she didn’t know what they were, where they’d come from. So she checked on them twice a day for the next week. And eventually, she found a clutch of brown and red children. Snappers and Ridgebacks all. She hoped Fiend didn’t know they were there, didn’t care perhaps. Inerri brought them food, named them, wanted to send them off somewhere they would never know their parents and the darkness they carried. Instead she arrived one afternoon to find the nest bloodstained and the hatchlings gone.

She tried not to think too hard about what had happened to them, despite knowing full well their fate.)

Despite Fiend and West now lingering over the lair oppressively, other dragons continued to arrive. Many were travellers only, passers-by looking for a new clan or good location for a family. Some were merchants (and after the first few went missing they paid much better attention to them) and they brought the clan goods from afar. Sometimes they brought dragons.

And some of those dragons – perhaps in spite of Fiend and West – even stayed, becoming proper residents of the Reliquary.

Pencil was the first, a librarian from a clan who didn’t care a whit for books. She and Helix carved out a niche for her and between them they took over the education of hatchlings, the mail received from allied clans. Winter, an academic fleeing from a fate he wouldn’t disclose. He looked over his shoulder a lot at first, but in time became a trusted advisor for Venin, his grasp of politics and the running of a lair unmatched in their young clan. He was quiet but friendly and glad to have a place where his value wasn’t measured by his ferocity.

Tarryn, who didn’t so much ask to stay, but walked into the lair and made herself perfectly at home. She at first had seemed a promising option for healer, but her Plague heritage soon shone through and for the most part she was a true nightmare to have around, constantly running viral tests and pushing the limits of their immune systems. In the long run it was probably worth having her, but at the time it was mostly inconvenient. Then Callana, who Inerri knew Venin had thought he could be rid of eventually; she was the very essence of a Wind dragon with wanderlust, always on the move, coming and going without warning. She brought stories and history and sometimes trinkets, a well-liked dragon it was no surprise to them that she stayed (unfortunate for Venin though). What was the surprise was that she stayed for Tarryn.

They did get healers, two of them! Jemma and Skye arrived within days of each other, one for physical maladies and the other for mental treatments. Aphid joined them, taking over the clan’s finances. Then Osprey who became their gentle gardener. Riverstone and Entropy, Nevermore and Yesterday, Unforgiven, Sketch, Fable, their lair expanded on an almost weekly basis.

Most of them enjoyed their growing family, even the struggles with space and food that such an occurrence demanded. Venin found it ridiculous. But honestly, as far as Inerri was concerned, there was safety in numbers. The more dragons there were, the harder it would be for Fiend to slaughter them all as they slept.

If only they’d known.

#flight rising #clan lore #chapters #the next two chapters didn't need rewriting #so they're unchanged #links aren't updated yet tho :T

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dandiesunzipped · 3 years

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Chapter the Second: The Terrorizing Pteropods (A Series of Unfortunate Debaggings)

“It’s just a few dozen meters below the surface: the mesophotic stratum, also known as the Twilight Zone.”

Violet, Klaus, and the Quagmire triplets sat on stools around a table in a bright but subdued tearoom while listening to Josephine tell her story. This was just down the passage from the antechamber where the Beatrice still lay. Wobbly and narrow, the dark passage they had just traversed was, the Baudelaires assumed, the neck of the beast.

“A little known fact,” continued Josephine, “even among VFD agents, is that the tunnels of Anwhistle Aquatics have many entrances, from the Island to the mouths of Curdled Cave and the Gorgonian Grotto to a whole complex lattice underneath Ike’s and my Lake Lachrymose.”

“Most maps call it Lake Pontchartrain,” clarified Quigley.

“Life’s too short to learn French,” Josephine replied with a dismissive wave. “Besides, their nasal phonemes frighten me.” She shuddered as she sipped her thé à la menthe. “Where was I? Oh, yes: when Olaf pushed me overboard, all I did was doff my life jacket (smeared with a juicy banana peel, of course) and dive to the twilit lake bed where an underwater opening I had constructed years ago lay.”

“According to archival records,” said Duncan, flipping through his commonplace book, “The tunnels of Anwhistle Aquatics were completed not long before we and the Baudelaires were born. And didn’t you mean to use the intransitive form of ‘lay’ just now, which is ‘lie’?’

“I did use the intransitive form: ‘lay’ is also the simple past tense of ‘lie,’ you wily little fox! And yes,” Josephine sighed nostalgically. “that was the golden age of VFD. If only you youngsters could have seen it! Those tunnels are one of the grandest works VFD has ever undertaken! While many in the city, your parents included, helped the expansion of the old catacombs on the south shore, Ike and I spearheaded the construction of multiple tunnels throughout Lake Lachrymose.”

“But how did you find the entrance?” asked Klaus suspiciously. “No matter how many tunnels underlie such a large lake, it’s still statistically improbable.”

“Our trip back to Damocles Dock passed directly overhead one of the largest ones. I directed us that way! I wasn’t taking any chances with Olaf around.” She shuddered. “And at the end of the tunnel was the light of this old submarine! Ike and I used it to explore every crevice of that lake. Those were also the years when we raised our dear son.”

“The best years of our lives,” said Fernald, stepping into the tea room, swinging his hooks.

“But how on Earth did you survive the leeches?” Violet probed further.

“All those rumors of death by leech bite are overblown,” said Fernald with a snort, setting down a sugar bowl.

“Your poor father would beg to differ, Fernald,” said Josephine with a sigh. “I understand why you and Fiona ended up leaving for the Queequeg: my mourning period was nearly interminable.”

“Ike was the exception,” Fernald explained for the sakes of the orphans. “He was coagulopathic, like me. Coagulopathic is a word which here means--”

“That his blood didn’t clot normally, leading to excessive bleeding?” finished Klaus.

“Why do I even bother explaining my life,” Fernald said contemptuously. “You think you know it better than I do, don’t you, bookworm? Then explain these!” he brandished his hooks menacingly.

“You just told us you were coagulopathic,” reasoned Klaus, “so I surmise your hands had to be amputated by tourniquet after the Anwhistle Aquatics incident, to slow the bleeding?”

“May we please talk about something other than death and injury to my close family?” interjected Josephine desperately.

“I’m sorry, Josephine,” said Klaus. “Where were you in your story? The, uh, ‘deadly’ leeches?”

“I apologize for bringing up the subject,” added Violet hastily, “It’s perfectly understandable if you’d prefer to talk about something more--”

“Oh, I can handle leeches!” interrupted Josephine with a dismissive wave of her hand. “But please, never ask me about... tuna fish,” she shuddered and peered through the submarine window to make sure no tuna were swimming nearby. Then she breathed deeply and launched into her zoological explanation: “Lachrymose leeches are a misnomer, like the Incredibly Deadly Viper, or koala bears. Lachrymose leeches aren’t annelids, sea serpents aren’t reptiles, and the bombinating beast isn’t a mammal. All of them are, in fact, one and the same: a hybrid devised by VFD from highly advanced species of mollusk.”

The phrase “one and the same” of course, is a hackneyed redundancy, but the Baudelaires were too polite to point this out to Josephine in the moment.

“Es-car-go(t)?” said Beatrice, popping out from under the table cloth.

“Oohh! That baby gives me such a start,” cried Josephine. Then she leaned down to Beatrice. “You’re right, Sunny! Snails are mollusks! I see your brother has already taught you taxonomy! And French...” she finished under her breath with a guffaw.

“That’s Beatrice Baudelaire II, actually,” Klaus corrected. “She’s wearing Sunny’s old clothes.”

“Oh, that’s right--Sunny’s with Phil in the kitchen. Then where did this baby... Violet? Klaus?” She eyed the Baudelaires sternly. “Do you have something you’d like to tell your Aunt Josephine?”

“Beatrice is Kit Snicket’s daughter, Josephine,” Violet said hastily. “Her father is Dewey Denouement, we think.”

“What a fortunate woman! And why didn’t Kit come with you, Baudelaires? I know, she must be on a VFD mission herself. That woman has always been the adventurous type! Where is she off to now, Baudelaires?”

Only the bombinating white noise of the submarine filled the air before Klaus finally broke the news. “She’s dead, Josephine.”

“The Medusoid Mycelium killed her,” added Violet in low monotone.

“Oh, good Lord!” wailed Josephine, clutching her heart. “I was wondering why she never sent a single line of Volunteer Factual Dispatch.”

As the Baudelaires recollected the painful and tragic death of Kit Snicket, they couldn’t help breaking into tears, despite a desire to look strong in front of the Quagmires. When others close to you experience or relive unfortunate events, it is only natural for you to feel some of their pain, even if you don’t truly know what they’re going through. Quigley hung his head and shook it slowly in mourning. Isadora appeared melancholy but fulfilled--perhaps already drafting her next sad poem. Even Phil and Sunny came in to investigate the din, a word which here means, “the tears of noble volunteers confronting the ubiquity of evil.” But it was Duncan who sobbed the most uncontrollably. “I don’t even remember what she looked like!”

“And what about Olaf?” demanded Fernald. “Did you orphans kill him, too?” he asked coldly, like a cold-blooded cobra out in the cold with no clothes on, who’d caught a cold, on a night that happened to be unusually cold.

Violet and Klaus exchanged red-eyed glances. “Ishmael did it,” said Sunny. “With a harpoon.”

“He preferred ‘Ish,’“ clarified Klaus.

Fernald drummed the prongs of his hook against the table menacingly. “And you just let it all happen?”

“I suppose we could have done more to help Olaf’s wound,” conceded Violet when pierced by Fernald’s gaze. “But it all happened so fast! And Kit didn’t want the antidote we offered; she sacrificed herself for Beatrice.”

Before anyone could respond, Co-Captain Widdershins made a highly unusual announcement that I hope you, dear reader, have never had the misfortune of making, using a word that I hope you, dear reader, have never had the misfortune of learning. The word, chiefly British, refers to the action of stealthily approaching another person and yanking down their trousers before they have the chance to defensively clutch their waistband. However, a broader definition entails any circumstance yielding a person trouser-free without their free volition. There are many reasons a debagger may perform such a nefarious act. Often, it is performed as a prank among friends. More often, it is performed as a cruel act in an involuntary social venue, such as Prufrock Preparatory School, by an insecure underachieving bully, such as Count Olaf, on a self-righteous rule-abiding victim, such as Bertrand Baudelaire. But in the case of Co-Captain Widdershins, I am sorry to report, this humiliating act was intended as a threat.

“Blasted barrels of barnacles!” came Co-Captain Widdershins’ fuzzy British accent over the submarine’s intercom system. “I’ve been debagged!��

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The next article by Torkom Saraydarian presents invaluable relation recommendations on how guys can create greater rapport with females. Right here also, laughter is a vital aspect on the alternative. In Torkom’s words “If the couple participates in entertaining activities and plays numerous games with each other, they fuse their hearts, and their concerns are a lot easier to resolve.” The vast majority of our social problems, upheavals and troubles originate from unhappy relationships among women and men.

The ancient mystery schools stipulated that a man could not be a instructor until finally he held the keys to the many doors in the female psyche. This was a indicator of greater sensitivity and mastery of himself. In knowing to comprehend woman, man becomes finish. Girl, by contrast, is usually total if she hasn't abused herself by trying to be like a man.

Guys will need to find out about the nature with the “locks” in a lady and with regards to the right essential to implement for every. When a guy makes use of the wrong critical not just does he harm the lock while in the girl, but he also brings on himself additional difficulty since later on he will have to invest added labor and energy to open that broken lock. Alternatively, if a guy can use the perfect keys to a woman’s locks, he releases an amazing stream of healing energies from her. It will be a released lady who brings the highest-level kids on the world, as being a response to your a single who understood her.

Several guys became wonderful given that they had been married to women who helped them achieve that greatness. Their wives stood behind them, encouraged them, sacrificed and labored to deliver out the right in them. They grew to become serious guys. Such guys have said, “Without my wife, I could not have performed what I did.” Conversely, if a guy loses the respect of his wife on account of his personal lack of virtue and striving, he also loses power physically, emotionally, and mentally. Whenever a guy is deprived like this, his enterprise gets worse, his social relationships endure, and he acts like a child with his temper, tirades, and nasty deeds. Then his wife rejects him even more considering that she won't will need another youngster to care for.

Most males like a woman that is both much like their mom or just the opposite of their mom. That is an automated or mechanical response. Either they desire a female who loves and kisses them and reminds them with the total, unconditional appreciate their mothers gave them, or, if they hated their mother, they want another person who's just the opposite of her, who in no way resembles anything about her.

If a guy marries a lady who is much like his mom, he falls in to the danger of playing the child’s role. She becomes his mother, and he obeys her for the last degree. This kind of a guy feels unfulfilled if his wife doesn't act like his mom. This may be destructive to the marriage simply because the wife, seeing that her husband is simply not expanding, may possibly build resistance and resentment toward raising a child when she had thought she married a man. That wife will begin carrying out quite a few matters to produce her husband stand on his very own feet. She will create several complications and complications for her husband until he stands up and acts like a man.

A lady is really a man’s biggest asset in this globe in the event the partnership is accurate. A lady will inspire her husband, she will sacrifice herself for him, and with the most significant instances within a man’s life, she are going to be the 1 to achieve out, grasp his hand and pull him up. She will give him spiritual energy and almost everything that he desires. For these good reasons a guy ought to learn about to know gals and the way to relate to them superbly.

Girl has the capability to carry out the very best that's in guy. She evokes from man the right that he's. Guys will have to be grateful to females who do this.

Woman may be a challenger. Usually if a guy helps make a choice to carry out a little something after which will not do it, she shows him in some way that she thinks he is weak. She might even leave him. Then the man might use the psychology of blaming her and say, “She wished me to perform it, and when I did not, she left.” He forgets that he manufactured a decision, a promise. When he did not adhere to his decision or always keep his guarantee, she noticed in him an inferior man, and she didn't demand an inferior guy. If a guy can make a guarantee he need to hold it; otherwise, he shouldn't promise. A lady desires a guy who keeps his word. … A man really should value his wife because the highest issue in his daily life - greater than his online business or other interests. A man’s wife is his honor as well as the source of his joy, inspiration, energy, food, and wellbeing. She will be the mother of his youngsters. A guy have to sacrifice for her. Whenever he's with her, he will need to fail to remember all his outdoors interests and give her his complete interest.

A woman desires her husband to become kingly; she desires to determine him as noble, wonderful, and victorious. If a guy has dignity and inner really worth, a lady will respect him. A lady wants her husband to become right in all his tips, selections, and actions simply because he is her pride. If she sees he's genuinely valueless, it turns into just about like suicide for her since her dream and pride are gone. … A real man is usually a guy who will provide security for his wife on all levels: physical, emotional, mental, moral, and spiritual. To supply moral safety means that the man need to not act within a way that produces even suspicion within the mind of his wife. Suspicious phone calls, suspicious letters, appointments, and interviews all throw a lady off stability. She feels that she is dropping her protection. It will be crucial to get a woman to possess safety on all ranges.

A woman has spiritual safety when she feels that her husband or her fiance features a superb vision toward which he is striving. A man striving to attain a fantastic objective is a incredible source of security to get a female. She cannot be her greatest self without that vision. When she sees that her highest vision is manifested in her man by his striving, then she feels safe.

Female has safety when her area is just not limited.

Vision in her man expands her area; lack of vision in her guy limits her room. Woman requirements the sense of area she will get from guy: physical room inside the kind of prosperity, cash, furnishings, and residence; emotional and psychological space from a husband who certainly is aware of and understands factors; spiritual space enables a lady to produce her potential as far as possible. As a lot room being a man provides to his wife, so much does she increase and enhance in attractiveness, goodness, and wisdom.

A true guy evokes a spirit of striving from his wife or girlfriend. As an example, if she will school, he will challenge her to continue her training and earn a doctorate. If she is painting, he will challenge her to make much more and do superior. Anything that she previously has should be produced additional as a outcome from the encouragement and inspiration in the guy. Gals have got to continually create and expand their talents, or else they grow to be detrimental. If a guy isn't going to wish to be married to a nagging, vicious girl, then he will have to continually encourage and inspire her to produce her skills and capabilities. Plus the woman will be delighted that her husband or boyfriend is often a supply of courage and inspiration.

When a guy presents a vision or possibly a intention to his wife or girlfriend, it should not be offered as an order. Its a purpose. The man need to know what the lady currently wants to work towards before he presents his vision. Then before he states any goal, he will need to be one hundred percent confident that the Lady will just like the goal. He will need to understand what her ideas and her dreams are, put them into a sensible format of targets to accomplish, then verbalize the aims as anything the two of them can gain collectively.

Whenever a vision is presented by a guy on this manner, the girl will place all her efforts into achieving it. Being presented with targets that she loves, the girl is going to be polarized towards individuals targets and will orient her whole sense of economic climate toward fulfilling them. She won't waste dollars. She won't waste time. She will turn into even more organized and effective. She might be up-to-date on account of the vision.

Through the vision and purpose, the guy brings the woman’s inner urges, drives, and dreams into objective verbalization. This is certainly how men develop into near to their girls. … If a guy can make a correct selection, his wife will carry it out promptly. A genuine man makes right choices, and his wife loves it. Gals dislike wrong selections and getting forced to observe falseness. Whenever a man says to his wife, “The political condition is going to go like this, I tell you,” and after that he's proved incorrect, his wife feels he will not have his info straight and so doesn't have the appropriate to make political choices. Girls really don't like guys who just talk from their egos to appear very important.

If a woman feels that a man is utilizing his funds, his place, his career, or his know-how to suppress or humiliate her, she will dislike all that he has and it is. The identical issue is true for any man if a woman tries to impress her superiority on him. If, as an example, a lady says to a guy, “You are only generating $10,000 a year, but I am producing $80,000,” that man will come to feel humiliated and angry.

A woman adores a man that has a sense of responsibility, who takes care of her as well as youngsters and considerations himself with their well being and welfare. By way of example, if one of the little ones desires his teeth worked on as well as the husband says to his wife, “You deal with it; I'm active,” he is not showing obligation. If his wife is worrying or if she is sick, the man will have to not ignore it. He ought to take care of it. Once the woman knows that her husband is taking good care of her with genuine concern, she will be concerned much less and be more healthy.

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