Across the StarsThe Lady of the Night, The Master of the StarsNight is the province of shadows, of whispers and of secrets. The stars gaze down from on high, tiny pinpricks of light in a sea of darkness. They twinkle, knowingly, mockingly. They are privy to all the secrets, pierce all the shadows, but guard their knowledge jealously. Once upon a time, in an old town called Edgewood, a woman waited. Of course, she wasnt a woman, well not exactly. That is to say, she was certainly a woman but she suffered from a slight case of being dead. Its not as uncommon as you might think.The room was richly furnished with plush furniture and ornate wallpaper adorning the walls. The Sullivans had been a rich family once. They had fallen on hard times and clung desperately to the last remnants of their wealth. In the end it didnt matter. They were all dead now. Lucy had brought her new friend, Drusilla, over for dinner; she hadnt realized that she and her family were on the menu.
Conquering HeroConquering HeroThe gong resounded throughout the subterranean chamber. Its high-pitched ambience signaled the beginning of the end for Mary Schaefer and she began to struggle uselessly against her bonds. The ropes had been tied with grim efficiency by an expert and kept Mary firmly locked in place atop the pagan altar. It was, all things considered, the most uncomfortable altar she had ever been tied to. Carved of stone some 5,000 years previous with this exact moment in mind, it had never seen a single drop of blood in all its days. So this night held special meaning. Tonight this altar would get its, pardon the phrase, christening. 5000 years, 34 days, 6 hours, and 22 minutes previous the mason had completed his work and promptly died (poison of course). This is a very long time to wait, although Mary would not have minded if the moment had been postponed another 5000 years. Alas, no such luck.In any case, Essien had noticed her struggle. He paused. He had spent the better part of