“Ain’t no use ridin’ a horse while it still got sores.”

That didn’t go as planned at all.

Grian lay on his arm as she had done so many times before, resting her head half on his shoulder, half on the pillow beneath her, smiling up at him. He never quite figured out where she had placed the arm beneath her. The other hand was gently stroking his chest, which she had done […]

Another gathering night, this time with the prince attending. More of a sociable guy than one would think of a Brujah. But it’s hard to mingle with the ordinary folk for someone like him. People are too afraid of loosing their heads by just talking to a high ranking person like him. Just because he’s […]

If there ever has been one thing entirely dependable and predictable, then that is the Ventrue sense for business. Not saying it’s a bad thing. Helps a lowly rat from the sewers – one of the non-Nosferatu-kind – stay afloat. After all you’ll have to strike a deal with some folk before you can safely […]

Tonight a letter from the East Coast reached me. If it’s real, then Grian finally took the lad and brought him over to the Americas. He should be thirteen by now. Just a couple of years and he’ll be a man.

First gathering of Rheinhessen I actually attended. Now I’ve heard that back in Europ the mills run a little bit slower than they do back in the Americas. Little did I know just how slow they tend to be running around here. Telegraphed the prince of my presence weeks ago. Yet nobody knew I was […]

Seems like yesterday that the fellows and I set foot upon American soil. Was a jolly good time we had for the first fortnight or so. After that it turns out that while there is no hunger around here, at least not for as long as you have the coin as to pay for a […]

“God’s Grace”. That is the name of the ship I managed to get on board and hopefully go savely to the Americas. She looks sturdy enough. But then, I’m not much of a sailor. I know nothing about ships like this.