Oh, I'm sorry, I startled you didn't I. No, don't bother getting up, you've already waltzed in here and made yourself at home, why trouble ourselves with formalities now? Just allow me a moment to get comfortable...Angelica dear, hang the cloak by the fire, will you, it was wet outside....
|You weren't expecting me, you say? Why-ever not? This is my house, after all.........oh all right, Angelica, I'll be civil. In case you haven't guessed, my dear visitor, this is my library, my Parlor as I like to call it. Here is where Angelica does most of her scribbling. Feel free to read whatever you wish.
Oh, and don't mind Ayesha. She can be a bit demanding for attention at times.
|Music in Her Mind: how Angelica and I met. Not your typical fairy tale, but interesting nonetheless.|
|The Return of the Ghost: a work in progress. I wish she wouldn't speculate about my past....|
|Dreams: a little vignette based upon the ever-popular mini-series. Now what, pray tell, is a "mini series"?|
|All Night: dream or reality. You decide.|
|Betrayed: disturbing, that is all I will say. I will have nothing to do with this piece of fiction.....|
|The Don Juan Trilogy|
|Twisted: a little-known incident that occured during the rehearsals for my opera|
|Inspired: the sequel to "Twisted". I have no idea where Angelica gets her information....|
|Passion: at long last, the premiere of my masterpiece..."Don Juan Triumphant"!|
|Not only does Angelica write, but her friends do as well. It's all very flattering, indeed...|
|Phiction by Mme. Kathryn Rice|
|Silk: I do like this one. Highly...imaginative, shall we say?|
|Priceless: a different twist in a very familiar scene. How does she come up with these things.....|
|An Underground Picnic: I still have no idea what a mini-series is, but the story certainly is charming...|
|Wake to Dreams' Fulfillment: I can't quite believe she wrote this. Wait a moment...yes I can. Heart-breaking, poignant...sensual.....that sounds like something Kathryn would write, don't you think?|
|What, that wasn't enough for you? Very well. Here is a selection of our favorites. I see the samovar is hot...please, pour yourself a cup of tea and stay for as long as you like.
What about me? I'll be here; a ghost never roams very far from his grave, you know. And dreams need the dreamers to exist....
|Lilith Sedai's Phantom of the Opera Fanfic|
|Phiction by Christine Reynolds|
|The Rue Scribe: Crysania's page|