The book was just out of reach, Kellie Laskey stood on the very tips of her toes, fingers stretched as far as they could go and she still couldn’t reach the damn book. It—the book—was one the wrong shelf, and it was her job to put the books where they belonged.

She fell back to the flats of her shoes, put her hands on her hips and glared hatefully at the book. A second later she stuck her tongue out at the book and turned to find one of those little stool things.

“Were you trying to reach that book? I can get it for you if you like,” Kellie turned toward the voice and she found herself facing one of the two most handsome men she’d even seen.

He was as tall as a boy she’d gone to school with, around 6’4” or 6’5” even and just as slender, but not lanky. His hair was so blonde it looked white...   read more »

Charles Duchamp POV

I pinned Aloysius’ hands to the wall and above his head as I forced a kiss on his unresponsive lips. He tried to turn his head away but I wouldn’t allow it, he needed to be brought into his power before it went away completely. Diogenes had already had his audeur awoken a few years ago, but Aloysius had been keeping his sex-magic under-wraps. Their mother had asked me to awaken it before it was too late. Aloysius wasn’t so keen on the idea; he’d been pushing me away all night, even though I had explained the situation.

“I don’t want to be ruled by the audeur.” He’d said.

“You won’t be, but Aloysius, if you don’t come into your power you’ll be an empty thing; a shell. You won’t reach your full potential, Al, you won’t be you.” I’d told him and tried for the first time to kiss him.

Aloysius shoved me away and I only grabbed him about the waist and pulled him back. “I won’t let it rule me.”

That had pissed me off, for...   read more »

His parents were dead—burned alive—and no one had even noticed 18 year old Diogenes Pendergast had been crying. The tears fell off and on the entire car ride to Baton Rouge, no one had noticed and no one had tried to comfort him.

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He sat in the leather chair, slumped forward with his hands hanging between knees. His expression was grim, lost and just empty. It had been two days and he hadn’t spoken a single word, had eaten nothing. He had only showered and slept. (No one knew he’d snuck out the first night to see Charles Duchamp, a friend of his brother’s.) He was waiting for his brother Aloysius to arrive. Aloysius would know what to do; he always knew what to do.

A door banged open and Aloysius came rushing in. He was dressed in all black, like Diogenes, like always, with his hair askew and his eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. He went to their Aunt Cornelia first and she touched him, she comforted him. Diogenes felt his heart clench and shatter as it...   read more »

1. You make SIM characters and try to recreate the books.
2. You have a pet with a characters name that you got after you read BRIMSTONE.
3. Fan girl is a compliment.
4. You read/write more fan fiction than you change your skivvies.
5. You have a stuffed cat named Aloysius.
6. You think DOD should be made into a video game on the Wii.
7. You dream events of the books.
8. Your friends tell you to get off the message board and to do your homework.
9. Diogenes might be something you’ll name your firstborn.
10. You want to smack Viola (among of things)....   read more »