Saturday, 13 December 2014


Dead Night has officially been released!!! At long last after much work and everything going mental, we're here (and it's crazy)!!!

So, if you want to buy yourself a copy, they are on amazon and my personal site (if you live in the UK, please go there if you can)!shop/cdzj

Alternatively, you could come down to Dudley library (again, UK readers!) where I will be giving a talk and signing from 2PM!

Love and tea and happy holidays from the Guild,

I. I. Laverick

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Book shipment has arrived!!!

Just in the nick of time, the books have arrived for the launch! I have fifty copies in my house now and they're gorgeous.
If you want to be the first to get your hands on one, I'm launching at Dudley Library at 2PM! However on Saturday morning, I will be revealing the links to buy copies online too! Stay tuned also for different versions (audio book ebook), and I am also working on a special short story for Christmas.

Now here is a photo of the books! (And me collapsing in them because I'm so happy they made it on time!)

Sunday, 2 November 2014

The Book Launch and the Proof Copy

It's all been going on here at 'DN HQ'!

First of all, it gives me great excitement to announce that there will be an official book launch for Dead Night!!
The launch will take place on the 13th December 2014, At Dudley Library (West Midlands, UK for those of you who aren't from around here). The library's 1st floor will be transformed into a Victorian Vampire tea room and will feature a talk from the author (yours truly!) and many Victorian and steampunk themed crafts and goings on including a tea duel!
Copies of the print book will be available for purchase and signing on the day, as well as other DN merchandise.
The tea room will open at 2 o'clock and close at 4 o'clock

For any questions regarding the event, please call 01384 815560 or message me and I will tell you what I can

Also, I am over the moon because the first EVER copy of Dead Night arrived this week! Keep am eye on my YouTube channel as I intend to post a short book reading when I can!

Photographs and cover design by A. T. B. Foster
Printed by Createspace

Love and tea,
I. I. Laverick

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

The Dead Night Live Action Trailer is Here!

That's right! You can watch it on YouTube!
A bug huge thank you to everybody involved! love, hugs, tea and hats to you all :)

Thursday, 3 July 2014

the audiobook is go!

Hello there!

Adam and I have been working very hard this week to bring to you the Dead Night audio book! My voice is killing me, the early mornings are a pain, but it sounds wonderful and it's all going to be worth it!

So, where we can't give you a preview if the actual thing yet (too much editing to do of the finished tracks) we CAN show you what the recording process looks like! (Although we don't have it here, imagine it with considerable screw ups on my part!)


Love and tea x

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

updates on everything

Morning all!

Its been a while and I have LOTS of updates, so if you'll be a dear and bear with me.

Dead Night Release date
Mark it on your calendar! Dead Night comes out in print on 13th December 2014. It LOOKS like this time, it will come out on time.

New website
I'm in the process if building a new website which will then be the MAIN site for DN. I will keep the blog going but that's a little more on the personal side, the official website will have more of a professional feel. Also, you will be able to read the first chapter of Legacy of Night as soon as we go live, so watch this space!

New art
So, with new comic and the novel coming close to release, there will be plenty of new art. I will do my best to keep it up to date here but I seem to be having technical difficulties (again) so keep your eye on http://takarayuuki.deviant and the new site when it's out. Information on merch and prints will follow closer to the date.

Trailer, soundtrack, photoshoot and interview 
Are all in progress and I will update here as and when. The trailer and the interview are going up on YouTube.

Audio book
Week commencing 30th June! Its going to sound amazing, I've employed Adam's help once more to get it sounding all professional. This will be available along with the eBook around the time of the print novel, but I shan't release a date, because we aren't sure if we're going to stagger the releases.

Legacy of Night 
I promise, we're working on it.... New art to follow.

Other stories
I shan't promise anything, since I finished my exams, I'm dabbling in whatever inspires me.

Site updates
-Preview of the novel has been updated to the newest version
-I'm looking to update the Seven Sins stories, but give me time, because they need a lot of reworking
-Updated Guild profiles
-Looking to update the gallery, but bear with me, I have to do it from my laptop
-Might make a Legacy of Night page
-Might make a personal portfolio page with more of my non specific work on it
-I'll update the contents page soon, it's about two posts behind

Thank you for being patient with me as I rush to get everything released on time!

Love and tea
Madam T (I. I.Laverick)

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

The Guild is back! Raised like a phoenix!!

I'm sure my last post didn't cause too much alarm, I'm not that popular *cue Galinda* but yes, Dead Night had taken a turn for the worst. I had a long period of writers block and artists block and was quite a horrible person to be around, particularly when given a laptop and a forum (I don't even like forums..........); but now I'm back, and a writer with a plan!! So, here's what is going to happen.

First of all my friend, on whom the character of Avangelene Wright was based, and I will be collaborating on a script taking place many years before the events of Dead Night; this will go through each member arriving at the Guild for the first time (beginning with Avangelene and Emmett, who founded it), and each chaper will be a glimpse into the character's history. I will then turn this script into a comic, called (working title) "Legacy of Night", drawn in all traditional methods, and release it chapter by chapter, the prologue coming up shortly.

With this in progress, I will also take the advice of everyone I have spoken to and use the year to make sure the book is exactly right, re-editing again. We will also continue with the posters, interview, trailers etc that were originally planned, and a soundtrack to acompany the book will be composed (but as for release, I shall speak to it's wonderful composer nearer the time)

Meanwhile, when not on the Dead Night front, trying to keep the jewellery business in the air and attempting to get into university, I'm working on several projects, some of which you may recognise. Instead of promising as I always do and then finding something else, I will tell you simply that any of the following could crop up over the next year:

-Eternal: A Story of Clockwork (a three part steampunk dystopia, but it's running away from the dystopian route!)
-The Eternal Opera (an experemental steampunk industrial musical based on the first book of 'Eternal')
-The Curious Cases and Eventful Adventures of Miss Lenora Lacey (an airship pirate novella written for my EPQ last year)
-On Crimson Coloured Tides (the swashbuckling adventures of Captain Genevere Van Hagen (from Lenora Lacey) and her pirate crew)
-The Chronicles of Madam Takara (a fictional account of my *ahem* 'life')
-Reign of Hearts, A Modern Alice in Wonderland (an adaption of my favourite book)
-Purgatory* (A collaboration with three of my college friends- 4 deaths, 4 heroes, 1 quest!)
-Heart of Glass* (A fantasy tale inspired by Tolkein, but very little like Middle Earth)
-????? (a new project aimed at a younger audience with the help of a new writing course I'm working on)
-various poetry, flash fiction, short stories, etc
 ........and probably others!

It's SMASHING to be back!

Love and Tea,
Madam T! x

*=working title

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

It's over...

The book isn't going ahead.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me, the Guild, my local writers group, everyone....  but Blurb, the company who was supposed to be printing the books is frankly being pathetic. I'm too young by a year to use it as I can't use paypal and am not American. I've spent years looking for a way to publish my book the way I wanted, and if it's not going to be perfect, it' not going to happen...I'm not selling my soul to a big money hoarding publishing house and I'm not going straight to e-book, so Dead Night is... well, dead.

Of course I'm going to keep writing. I have to or else I'd go insane. Don't expect a lot on the blog for a while though, I'm going to be working on other things, like my poetry and flash fiction. The Guild will go on for new adventures, they just won't be published yet, and of course Alyss and the Resistance of Cai-Terra have a future too. As I said, I can't stop writing. Maybe one day things will turn around, and we can perhaps try again next year or something. Clearly regardless of the actual content of my work, the company dissagrees with me, and will soon be receiving a very strongly worded letter.

Sorry to anybody who actually wanted to read it. And thank you again, especially to the original Guild.

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

New fangled whatjamacallit fan club

SO for those of you that don't live here in 1880, I have a fan club. Well, if you ask it's manager it's an "acompanying page" but it's basically a fan club ;) Well you should know by now my opinions on facebook, and so I am completely unnasociated with it, but it is run by my editor who is also my number one fan so for accuracy, it'll be quite good. ^_^ I personally have nothing to do with it though, so go and um... like... or whatever you do with those funny plastic touch screen devices of yours... I beleive it goes by "The Dead Night Saga"

oh modern things.... I think I'm going to have to go and lie down...

Monday, 1 July 2013

DN merch!

Greetings all! ^_^

First off, we've just begun the major final 'rhino charge' edit on the book! :D And I've started bringing out DN things on my etsy shop
If you would be so kind as to stop by some time, I have mini DN book jewellery on sale now!

Also whilst I'm here I'm going to update you on the poster series for the book, hand drawn by me. Here is Avangelene, Seer of Judgement

^Avangelene Wright's poster

Monday, 27 May 2013

Things to come...

SO time for a Dead Night update!

I'm still editing and adding the new scenes in the book, but my 'editor' and I have now started going back through and finalizing now, so not far off!

We have a soundtrack in the making! It's full of beautiful instrumentals based on the book by Adam who also designed the cover of the book, which is also finalized.

We have a trailer in the making, to Dead Night's very own theme! You'll be able to watch this on my youtube channel very soon, it'll be out before the book. I'll keep you posted for the date!

I'm also being interviewed! It'll be on the old youtube.
We're looking for questions from readers actually so if you've read the book. and want to know something you know how to contact me! Email, dA, or leave a comment here ^_^

Finally I'm taking the book down from this blog on 1st June or thereabouts, and it will be replaced by a preiew of the updated vesrion.

Well, that's everything so here's an owl:

-I. I. Laverick

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Stepping into character's shoes...

Evening all! Very sorry again for inactivity, but I've had to swat up for my History exam which was today... honestly, I'm just hoping it went well but enough about that.

I actually wanted to show you what some friends and I have been up to lately; cosplaying as my characters! I might make a page for this, but it depends what happens. We're (well, me anyway) really hoping to shoot a book trailer to promote Dead Night when it comes out! Although of course I won't be wearing the big foofy dress I chose for MCM Birmingham comic con! So here... have some 'concept art' (big thank you to my friends and Adam for taking most of the photographs you will see here!)

Dead Night (Cybelle DeHamphir, James Lovett and Lizzie Vice)

^ Cybelle DeHamphir, Chimera ball concept and rapier taken at MCM Birmingham comic con 2013
 ^Elizabeth Vice in Assassin Uniform (1) taken at MCM Birmingham 2013
 ^Lizzie Vice Assassin's uniform (2) taken at MCM Birmingham 2013
 ^Cybelle De Hamphir formal attire taken at MCM Birmmingham 2013
 ^Cybelle DeHamphir and Lizzie Vice with weapons taken at MCM Birmingham 2013
 ^Cybelle and James time jump! (Thanks a million to the chap dressed as the Master Cheif, he was getting harrassed for photographs quite frequently!) Taken at MCM Birmingham 2013
 ^Cybelle and James time jump.... a little bit more! Taken at MCM Birmingham 2013
 ^Cybelle DeHamphir masquerade taken at MCM Birmingham 2013
^James Lovett (an old one because at the last Expo he was on the other end of the camera for most of it XD) Taken at MCM Birmingham 2012
 Un-named project and Night history/folktales, Ezlorea Rose Dawnstarre, Lady of the Amaranth
 ^Ezlorea taken at Middle Earth Weekend 2013
 ^Ezlorea taken at Middle Earth weekend 2013
^Ezlorea taken at Middle Earth Weekend 2013
Just a couple of updates before I go and sleep off that damn exam!
  • I am indeed still working on Dead Night and currently I am around half way in, and writing a brand new scene for Miss Avangelene. Around July, the full book will be taken off my blog and replaced with a preview to stop lazy people. ;) I am also in the process of designing art posters and jewellery inspired by the book, and will be sold in Madam Takara's.
  • Reign of Hearts is also still in progress but I have taken a break from it in order to focus on my exams and then Dead Night. It will be continuing, just not yet. ^^
  • The first installment of the 'Eternal' series is in progress and you can see the illustrations on my dA account at the moment. It won't be a fast writing process though, it is likely to end up being a paving slab.
  • Madam Takara's is now selling fantasy portrait commissions for £10; will draw OCs and existing characters. See the shop for details.
Until next time :)
Love and tea
-I. I. laverick

Sunday, 14 April 2013

Re-opening of Madam Takara's Jewellery, book news and RoH 3

Sorry to keep you all waiting so long for updates, the past few weeks have been hectic!

So my first bit of news is that I am re opening my etsy shop, Madam Takaras, so you will now be able to buy my fine art and steampunk themed jewellery once more (and the prices have been lowered from last time, I am also doing a lot of made to order peices). Please check it out at:

Currently you can get Dead Night themed peices through my custom fine art pendants, but hopefully when Dead Night is out, you'll be able to buy more themed jewellery, cameos, and maybe special signed copies of the book! So stay tuned :)

Also, Lenora Lacey... the draft is finished but I'm submitting it for EPQ and then having nothing to do with it for a few months. I'm sorry, it's just not ready. However, this means that I am now focussing on having Dead Night edited and ready for the publishing in a few months, and I'm starting a new trilogy whilst I have a break (because I want to savour writing the DN books :)). It's a post apocalyptic dystopian steampunk called "Eternal" and the first installment is called "A Story of Clockworks". This one is hopefully going to be fully illustrated, so keep an eye on my deviantART for details! (I'll add things here when I decide how it's all happening)

Anyway, I must go! Things to do, things to edit ;)
Love and tea.
-I. I. Laverick <3

P.S Thank you everyone who watches me and this blog, I've just gone over 1000 pageviews!!! :D

The Reign of Hearts Part Three, A Curious Little Affair

Part 3, The Curious Little Affair

    I fell embarrassingly, face planted the ground and ate a good mouthful of grass I hadn’t quite wanted to eat. Jez obviously had a similar experience about two feet away, because she muttered “bastard” and began to spit.

    “Now that’s hardly ladylike, Miss Jezabelle.” Said a familiar voice whose owner I really wanted to hurt at that moment.

    “BASTARD.” Jez shouted even louder, “Don’t Miss Jezabelle me!”

    “I do believe they’ve fallen on their heads.” Said another voice, smaller and squeaky, “Don’t you worry, you’ll fit right in!”

    I looked up to see the cluttered and stained table with it’s checked tablecloth and odd array of dishes containing things I had never been brave enough to taste. There was a tall, elegant looking woman sat at the head of the table, with piercing green eyes and dead straight red hair. She wore a curious purple top hat with feathers and pins which completely clashed with her hair colour. She smiled and lifted a chipped china teacup to her lips. Hatteress Lunicie.

    Beside her was a great hare wearing a monocle and a waistcoat, and he was currently trying to stuff the owner of the second voice, a similarly dressed dormouse that could have fitted into the palm of my hand, into a teapot.

    I sighed and got to my feet, brushing down my dress… Oh god, they could have at least done away with the bloody dress! “Now play nice, Hare.” I warned the monocle wearing fiend, and seized the dormouse in my hand, placing him back into his tiny armchair, perched on top of a pile of books.

    Jez’s right eye twitched when she realised the change of dress, and she marched straight up to the table to confront the hatteress, and to be honest with you (although she’d surely kill me for saying so), it was rather comical to watch her do so in petticoats, Mary Janes and a frilly embroidered apron. Her face was as red as the hatteress’s hair with pure rage.

    The hatteress only raised one shocking eyebrow in amusement. “But green suits you dear.” She said, which was a really stupid move when Jez was already fuming.

    “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE!?” She screamed, “We were fine! We don’t need you! We will never need you!”

    Lunicie laughed, the chirpy sound making her name ever so fitting. “Then why on earth are you here?”

    “Because of you!” I snapped, although I’m sure Jez was about to say so herself. “We have a life you know.”

    “That’s funny, miss Alyss.” Lunicie commented, “Because we need you. Besides, if you didn’t need us, we wouldn’t need you and therefore you would not be here.”

    “She’s mad again…” Hare said, busy playing a tone deaf tune on a set of cups and saucers with a spoon.

    “We can see that.” Jez muttered angrily and glared at the hatteress.

    “The trees grow gingerbread and the rivers run with tea, we are in a true wonderland and the jabberwocky is gone. My dears, what on earth is wrong?” Lunicie almost sang.

    “Your mind.” Jez shot back. “You’re madder than usual.”

    “Your mind.” Echoed the hatteress, and then her face fell. “Oh dear, dear, Miss Jezabelle. How did he die?”

    Jez seemed to resist throwing a brick at Lunicie. She honestly would have if she had a brick at hand. “None of your business, I’m fine.” She hissed.

    “You’re here.” Lunicie replied calmly. “And dear Alyss, your family…”

    “That was a long time ago.” I snapped.

    “Ahh, then you should have no troubles whatsoever then.” Lunicie said with a manic grin, “The reign of Hearts will be at an end soon my friends! We shall walk free from the Queen’s asylum so very soon my friends!” At this she flung her arms around Hare next to her, and removed her hat in order to take out another teapot.

    “Asylum?” Jez repeated. “She doesn’t get any saner does she?” She sighed and looked at me, although I knew her far too well to mistake the momentary flash of fear in her eyes.

    I shrugged, and looked back to the party of fools before us.

    Lunicie held out her hat to us, “Take your weapons, my beautiful knights!” She exclaimed, once again only gaining a look of confusion from the both of us.

    “Of course.” She shook her head and reached into her hat herself, taking out familiar blades that could not possibly have fitted in there, but it was not like we were somewhere that paid any attention to logic. “Remember my dears, the Vorpal blade is swift and keen, it goes snicker snack and leaves them dead!” Lunicie giggled.

    “So we’re pissed at her, and she gives us swords.” Jez muttered, shaking her head.

    “Look around, ladies!” Dormouse said sleepily, “Do you not notice anything different?”

    There was a pause. Jez and I looked at each other, glanced around half-heartedly and turned back to Dormouse with a shrug.

    I lost it this time when Hare began his teacup tune once more, “NOTHING has changed since we left! It’s all the same!”

    “Look closer.” Lunicie said calmly.

    “At WHAT?” I shouted back, apparently impressing Jez, “What are we supposed to be looking for? One of your bloody hat pins in a god damn haystack?”

    I turned back to Jez, expecting her to back me up again, even though the arguing was getting us nowhere, but she hadn’t noticed… she was looking up at the sky, and as I followed her gaze, I suddenly understood why we had been dragged back to our own personal hell.

    We had completely disregarded the fact that the sky wasn’t blue. It was white actually, and as far as the eye could see, a great series of interlocking bars and chains littered the sky. Some resembled a familiar symbol that nobody really wanted to acknowledge. I contemplated for a moment how on earth Lunicie’s party had taken our attention away from that.

    “Oh I see.” Jez muttered bitterly, “Is this meant to be us fighting our way out of the obstacles of life or some crap like that?”

    I wished we could just put it all down to something so simple. “I’m sure if it was, we wouldn’t have eaten the grass.” I replied in a murmur. She chose to ignore.

    Lunicie seemed amused at this idea, picked up a clump of green blades and nibbled experimentally. Apparently, she liked it no more than we did.

    At about the moment I considered looking for a cliff, or somewhere to prop up my blade so that I could fall on it, a voice belonging to someone who (if he had a neck) we would both have happily strangled, giggled and uttered it’s opinion. “Well, my dears, I can’t say it’s particularly bad, but I’ve been trying to have turtle fix the glitch in the portal for days, I assure you!”

    Jez and I glared at the floating smile in the sky. It laughed lowly and slowly the rest of Messenger the Cheshire cat materialized on top of Lunicie’s tall hat, where he thought we wouldn’t be able to reach him.

    “I’m going to kill you.” Jez growled.

    “Really. I was rather hoping I could advise you otherwise my dear.” The cat said dismissively. I got the feeling that his disbelief got on Jez’s nerves.

    “I’ll do it.” I added.

    “Precious. Now if you can hold back on the violence for five minutes, I have some important information for you.” Cheshire continued, settling down on top of Lunicie’s hat and resting his head upon his paws.

    “This had better be good.” I folded my arms and sat down on the grass. “How about you start with explaining this?” I suggested, gesturing wildly at the sky.

    “It’s quite simple really, my dears.” Messenger explained with a sigh, “You play chess, do you not?”

    “Well never.” Jez replied with a roll of her eyes.

    “Oh, well then. All you dears have to do is kill the Queen.”

    “What?” We said in unison.

    “Indeed. Kill the Queen. Come and find me when you’re done!” And with this Messenger disappeared again, but a floating giggle on the wind.

    I stared down at my reflection in my sword.  “Quite simple indeed.”

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Logic of the Night- Metamorphasis

"Warewolves are not people who sometimes look like wolves, they're wolves who sometimes look like people." -Daughters of Darness by L J Smith

Sooo, decided to do another 'Logic of the Night' having finally found another subject. As you will know if you've read the book, the Shape Shifting beings of the world of Night aren't exactly your usual horror film types. So here's the lowdown on each type of Shifter, and then some info on *ahem* specific cases.

There isn't a lot to say about them as no REAL werewolves appear in the story yet.Obviously, their key difference to Lycanth Wolves is that they can only (and have to) change on a full moon. They also tend to struggle more in the personal battle between self and Wolf. Often the Wolf wants to take over their host completely, and very occasionally (out of the ones that don't kill themselves under pressure), the Wolf can win this battle, and on that full moon, the host will not demorph back into a human, and will stay a Wolf for eternity. And it is eternity, because they're immortal. As you can see, there is a reason (or several) for lack of Werewolves in Dead Night.

Lycanth Wolves
A little like Warewolves in the way that they can only ever shift to a wolf's shape, however, they are the only Wolf that can part morph (although most choose not to as it looks repulsive), and unlike Werewolves, they can choose when they morph. The process is the same though (and I'll go into that later). You'll notice that there are more of these (ie, James (in part), Marrok, the Bennetts). They're an easier Night being to exist as most of the time, as the Wolf side is more one's self than a seperate personality. However, the animal instincts are still there so a Lycanth will still have trouble controlling themselves (this, like most other Night creatures' contitions is enhanced upon a full moon), although in this case, they're more of a danger to the people around them than themselves.

Standard Shape Shifters
These are basically like Lycanth Wolves but can shift to any animal they choose (that is of a particular size, not an elephant or a small turtle for example) by studying it's bones and obtaining it's DNA. They also tend to suffer from the condition Werewolves do, but only when in the form of a particular animal, it doesn't take over their human self. They can't shift to a human form (far too complex), Their morph is more painful depending on the animal and it's bone structure in particular.

Human Metamorphs or 'Dopplegangers'
Like Shifters but can only take human morphs, they suffer no psychological symptoms from their morph, but are usually deceptive and cruel in nature. It has not been proven, but many beleive that they have no soul at all. These rare creatures are to be avoided at all costs.

Pure Fhearies are usually quite petit in size, although not tiny like in the storybooks; they can be taller if they have other genes such as Elven or Witch in their family. Fhearies only have a part morph; they can summon wings. For pure blooded Fhearies with no other genes in their past, these wings are always insect like in appearence, however this is the only morph that can be polluted by other genes, akthough a case of this is incredibly rare. There are also no psychological symptoms associated with Fhearie morphs.

***Note- All Wolf related shifts mimic the colour of the human form's hair, and have red eyes in at least Wolf form.

How Metamorphasis Works
It's painful because the body has to rearrange itself. The animal like morphs are far too complicated for even me to fully explain to you, but it's to do with rearranging and rapidly growing/shrinking (ahem, CRUSHING) the bones. Also, theres a lot of morphing/regenerating/growing/excluding of various other parts of the body such as skin and hair. It's...strange.

Special and unusual Cases...

Cybelle DeHamphir, the Sirith Mage
Cybelle's morphs are endless, although she chooses to ignore them for all the pain it takes. However, occasionally, she will use Wolf and Fhearie morphs. It should be noted that though she does have a 'Doppleganger' gene, she will not access it (probably by choice). Same as Shifter. Her Fhearie morph has been distorted by a mix with her Vampire and (maybe) Shifter genes, and rather than insect like wings, she has a pair of massive bat wings. These, due to the nature and size of them, are INCREDIBLY painful to summon. Her wolf, as usual, mimics the jet black colour of her hair.

James Lovett, the hybrid white Wolf
James's morph is interesting, and nobody can pin it down accept for an unproven theory of Vampire pollution (although this is highly unlkely because Wolves can't be blood polluted and it affect their morph). When he morphs, his Wolf is white, even though his natural hair colour is brown.

Verity Harman, the last Fey Witch
Verity rarely morphs as it is not neccecary, practical or painless, but should she choose to, the Witch side of her has polluted her morph to become a pair of feathered dove like wings, all black.

Monday, 11 February 2013

Site updates and stuff.

My dear Nightlings,

Just a couple of site updates! Sorry I havn't much news of other things, you got all that in my last post!

So as you can see, there's been a bit of a re-vamp. The old background was pretty but not fitting... in two ways, I mean...since my blog's width was expanded, it physically didn't fit... besides, birds don't have a fat lot to do with assassins. I liked the style of my old blog, which was quite a bit more Victorian, so it has been changed to the pattern that was originally that of the Cai-Terra Archives. If only it came in red!

Also, you will see that I have added a page called 'The Guest Room' which showcases DN art by other people, because they deserve the shout out! Feel free to poke around. :)

I am afraid that is all! I shall keep you posted on Dead Night and Lenora Lacey as I know things.

-I. I. Laverick

Saturday, 9 February 2013

RoH ad Dead Night news!

Good Evening my Nightlings!!

(I should start calling you that, it'd be like EA ad her Plague Rats :3)

    Anyway, I'll start with site updates. As you can see, the next chapter of Reign of Hearts is up, although I'm sorry it wasn't earlier, I released in on deviantART a few weeks ago! This is a pathetic excuse, but the deadline for Lenora Lacey has been pushed forward so I've been running around like a headless android trying to finish it! Also, you may have noticed that the Guild's study has been updated to reveal info on the blog's stories ONLY! So I hope you got those spoilers while you could!

    Anyway, the main news! The first ever publication of Dead Night has been confirmed! You will be able to buy copies some time this year from Blurb, and I am also taking orders for signed copies (which obviously, cost a bit more in delivery, depending on where you live because I have to order the book to me first, and then send it to you). Of course, Lenora Lacey will theoretically be published first, but as an e-book, and I shall keep you posted on that. In fact, while you are waiting for Dead Night, my Nightlings, Lenora Lacey is worth the read, you may even get a special surprise part way through!

    Anyway, I leave you on the biggest release, THE COVER! Created by my most woderful boyfriend, Adam who is a excellent photographer, and has cruelly deleted his blog, so I can only give you hid dA xD To be fair, there is more of his work on there anyway: Also, if you like Dead Night, you should read The Black Heart, his own novel which is a more contemporary vampire story set in Japan. It's amazing, so if you do, please tell him so because he doesn't beleive it!

    Anyway, this is what it will look like! 

Until next time!
-I. I. Laverick x

The Reign Of Hearts, Part Two, The Sound of Madness

    The next morning, I was rudely awoken by Aiden’s elbow in my back.

    “Owww…” I muttered sleepily, blindly waving my arm intending to swat him (but it wasn’t noon yet, so I had trouble opening my eyes).

    Apparently he dodged because I didn’t hit anything, and planted a small kiss on my forehead, “Sorry, Allie.” He apologised, and seemed to leave the room. I was too tired to object, and he had redeemed himself after all.

    I wrapped myself in a cuccoon of duvet and slowly, the thought sank in that I had work tonight and uni the next day, and I had done no concept sketches in a week. Great, Luelue’s going to be impressed. For a blissful little moment, everything was normal and my greatest worry was my lecturer quite fittingly, giving me a lecture.

    The events of the previous day leaked back into my mind after a few moments and I groaned into the pillow.

    “Hey, wake up darlin’” Aiden laughed, and wafted a cup of tea under my nose. “Somebody has work to do.”

    “It depends.” I murmured, opening one eye with a little strain, “Do you have chocolate?”

    He set down a packet of caramel digestives on the bedside table… Crafty. Now I had to get up. I took the mug and sat on the bed, curled into a ball of weariness and bad hair. I rolled my eyes when I finally looked at Aiden, he hadn’t bothered to dress properly himself yet, he was wearing black jeans and no shirt and naturally, he showed the fact that he didn’t believe in shoes. “Go and put a shirt on for god’s sake before sis yells at you for being such a man.” I grumbled, although it was only specifically for that reason, Jez never let him hear the end of it, but I didn’t have any preference… honest.

    “Yes Ma’am, zombie chief, Ma’am.” He laughed and flung open the wardrobe in search of something clean. I don’t know why we bothered sharing chores, they never got done.

    “Cheeky.” I muttered, but smiled at his good mood. I dunked my biscuit in the tea while he wasn’t looking (his turn washing up and he hated it when I did that), and then reached for my sketchbook under the bed. “I had better cough up an idea…”

    “You’ll think of something.” He said, and came to sit next to me, now wearing a faded Iron Maiden t-shirt. “Why don’t you let me help?”

    “Need a boss for the game…” I said and shook my head, “I’ve used all of the good ones.”

    “That’s a question…” He admitted, and gently seized the dog eared book from my hands, flicking through it. “Perhaps you should wake up properly first.”

    I sighed and grunted in agreement, reluctantly slipping out of bed, setting down the half empty cup and diving into my own separate wardrobe (I was weird about the condition of my clothes, I owned some awkward-to-store dresses).

    My outfit that day consisted of corset top, lace shrug, leather skirt and fishnets, all black and topped off with coffin shaped earrings and a necklace to match. Possibly tactless, but I was too tired to realise. I quickly ran a brush through my black and red streaked hair and didn’t bother beginning the long process of applying all that makeup.

    We both entered the living room, finding no signs of life, meaning Jez was probably still asleep, and upon this discovery, Aiden slumped into the sofa, and turned on the TV to the first sci fi channel he could find, startling Kurt (who was asleep next to it) awake to the sound of Star Trek.

    He sighed and smiled at the poor creature, “Well it was a daft place to go to sleep!” He protested, and scratched him behind the ear. This seemed to compensate for the rude awakening, and Kurt then proceeded to slope off for some breakfast, which I prepared and then sat down next to Aiden.

    “Ignorant bastard shift tonight?” He asked me, rolling his eyes at the adverts.

    “No kidding.” I replied.

    At least it was normal so far, even if I did have a night of dealing with the general picky public ahead of me. I worked in a coffee shop you see, but I was really not the social kind of person, it just meant that I could pay my third of the rent. The ‘Ignorant bastard shift” as Aiden and Jez always called it (and me when my boss was out of earshot), was the Saturday closing, when pretty much every asshole and his dog came to cause trouble. I couldn’t wait to graduate, honestly.

    “Anyway, this boss battle.” I muttered and stared at the wall.

    “How about that sleepy, crazy monster that takes the shape of my girlfriend every morning?” He suggested, a quite conspicuous grin on his face.

   I half-heartedly swatted him but somehow, and I wasn’t surprised, we ended up on each other’s lips… Just as Jez shuffled in in her jeans, tank top and bunny slippers.

    “Ugh…” She said with a shake of her head. “If I had a penny for every time I’d walked in on this!” She smiled though as I sat up and attempted to cover a violent blush with my hair, (perhaps the makeup would have been a good idea after all) and she went to prepare toast.

    I gave it a minute, and then followed her, motioning for Aiden to stay where he was. He knew by now that when girl talk was the issue, he had best keep his distance.

    “So.” I said, digging in the cupboard for my personal supply of chocolate flavoured cereal, “How’re you feeling?”

    “Pretty shit to be honest with you.” She replied, matter-of-factly as always. “God, I can’t stop thinking about it, it’s invading my mind.” She added, and slammed the jam jar on the counter so hard I thought it might shatter.

    Somehow, I got the feeling that she wasn’t talking about Liam’s funeral. I found myself contemplating telling her about the letter, but resolved that it would probably make things worse.

    “Sorry.” She murmured and sighed, “I think I need to get out of here before I break something.”

    I gave her a hug, which seemed to do only the tiniest bit of good, and abandoned my breakfast plans. “Want to go for a walk then?” I offered, “But… you’re going to have to lose the bunny slippers first.”

    She smiled faintly, staring down at said bunny slippers for a moment, she nodded, and then pointed out uselessly, “But not the god damn park.”


    About half an hour later, after I had thrown on my makeup, boots and coat, tossed a vague excuse in Aiden’s direction and Jez had indeed swapped the slippers for a shabby pair of trainers, we set out on an aimless wander through the street.

    “I’m mad.” Jez declared after a few minutes of silence.

    I felt inclined to reply with words that were not mine, but belonged to the Hatteress, we’re all mad here, you’ll fit right in… But instead I kept my tactless trap shut and decided on: “Why do you say that?”

    “Because my fucking dreams are sending me letters.” She growled, “I must be mad.”

    My heart stopped and so did my feet, and that was a mistake because the uneasy look on Jez’s face changed to one of horror which she was trying to cover with her cool mask. However, with the events of the previous day, that mask had been cracked and crumbling and hardly held in place anymore.

    “Not you too…” I whispered, not even wanting to say it aloud.

    “Bloody Hatteress doesn’t know when the hell to leave us alone.” Jez said bitterly, her hands curling into fists. “She doesn’t get it, we don’t need them anymore.”

    “Well apparently they need us.” I replied, twirling one of my red streaks around my finger, which was a stupid habit I had when I was nervous. Jez knew this, and I saw her shoulders relax a little and the anger on her face change again, but this time to concern. She awkwardly put her hands on my shoulders, acting the brave big sister, and make me look at her.

    “They can’t make us go back.” She assured me, although I don’t think either of us believed her.

    We had left them in a state of security. No Queen to dictate, no battle to be won… We had slain the beast that had terrorized them, what more could they want?

    What more could they want? That question spun around my head for what seemed like an age, and honestly, I wish I had never asked it.

    A peculiar flat birdsong sounded from a distance away. It didn’t quite sink in properly for a moment, but I knew I should be alarmed.

    And then we caught sight of it. A large black bird sitting in the tree above us, looming like an omen.

    Jez looked at me, wide eyed, and then back at the bird. Before I could even try to convince myself we would be fine, and this was all just a creepy coincidence, Jez yelled, uncaring for the many people in the crowded street, “Run!”

    We did indeed run. We ran like all hell was chasing us, and to be honest, it possibly was. It depended on what your idea of hell was.

    We pushed, shoved, and stumbled our way down the street, and I made the fatal mistake of looking back to catch a glimpse of the raven… at the same time as Jez. God damn it, it was a good thing neither of us drove, our attention spans sucked.

    We went hurtling forwards into the window of an old curiosity shop. Without breaking the glass.

    “In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Dead Night- logic of The Night!

*minor spoiler warning*

Evening, all!

So, having spoken to people who have read my book or know more about my characters, I decideed it's about time to answer a few of the common questions which are repeatedly coming under the 'genes' parasol. For example, "Does Lizzie feel the cold?" "When does Avangelene feed?" "Why can Cybelle only blush sometimes?" and "Why are Cye and Lina's dominant genes different?"

So, here's the answer: It's to do with gene percentage!

The idea is, if you belong to The Night in any way, you have supernatural "Night genes". These can belong to almost any sort of Night, such as Fhearie, Witch, Wizard, Vampre, Werewolf etc (You cannot have a ''Sirith gene'', which will be explained in a moment). So if you are purely one of these races, you only have one sort of gene... Therefore Lizzie is a Noble Vampire, therefore her blood is pure and Vampire is all there is to her.

Now, if you have Night blood and human blood, then your Night genes will do batle with your human genes constanly, and your percentage will often change. It is USUALLY subject to how much of that gene is in your family as to which, but one will always be dominant, it will usually be the Night gene in this case.

If you are a hybrid, as mentioned above, you will have a dominat gene regardless of whether you have any human blood. James is a good example of this, his dominant gene is Wolf. Note that occasionally his Vampire side might come out, but not often, due to that changing percentage.

If you were a certain kind of Night before, but gaied the genes of another Night at some point in your life (such as Avangelene becoming Vampire), then your original gene will always be the strongest.As with any other hybrid type, your other genes might come out, nd they are also likely to show themselves if your body needs to use them, such as the Vampires self healing ability.

Now Sirith Magi are a completely different beast. They don't have to have that gene dominant in their family tree for it to be dominant in themself. The Saage sisters are a classic example of this (and possibly the only one). Night genes do battle with eachother, but in Siriths this is a particularly big thing. By the age of about thirteen in a regular hybrid, your genes finally settle, but Siriths might do this at a very early age. Thalia and Valenteia did this, ad that is why Lina was tutored a Witch, and Cye a Vampire. Your percentage still changes, but your dominant gene will always return.

So, those questions....

Can Lizzie feel the cold?
I think she might sense it, but she doesn't feel it as such. she senses a lot of things, but Nobles just sort of exist and observe, it's a little hard to explain.

When does Avangelene feed?
Avangelene was originally Witch, and therefore although she has become part Vampire, she rarely needs to feed, if her Vampire side is particularly present that day, then she might feel the craving, although we will probably never see this through the eyes of another character, as she is very self concious about feeding in front of people.

Why can Cybelle only blush sometimes?
Cye is mostly Vampire, but as I mentioned, even in Siriths, other genes might make an appearence. Sometimes her Wolf side or Witch side etc can come out and allow the little blood in her body to rise to her cheeks. Vampires are technically dead, Cybelle is a little-bit-alive. gain, it's hard to explain!

Why are Cye and Lina's dominant genes different?
Because as I mentioned, Sirith Magi gain a dominant gene early, and it can be anything.

I hope you found this informative!
Perhaps I will post more Night logic in the future, but as for now, farewell.

-I. I. Laverick x

Thursday, 10 January 2013

The Reign of Hearts, Part One, The Illusion of a Dream

*beware of strong language and sarcasm ;P

    It all began at my best friend’s ex’s funeral.

    I don’t even know why we were there to be honest with you. Perhaps she’d always wanted to throw a dead flower on his grave for the irony; who has a clue? I didn’t know what went on in her funny little head those days… and often, I felt that I didn’t want to.

    “Jez, you alright?” I whispered. She was staring down at the contents of the coffin as if she were looking inside the dustbin back at the flat. Her eyes were focussed though, and in them was pure hate… A look the stupid git must have been used to.

    God I hoped he went to hell.

    “I’m fine.” She replied coldly after a moment, tossing her shoulder length black hair arrogantly in a very purposeful way. Lucky thing… I always envied her hair, right back in high school. Damn my genes and cheap hair dye.

    “Come on, I don’t think this was a great idea.” I murmured, and tugged her arm away from the coffin. She stole a last painful glance and then linked her arm through mine and we marched towards the exit. That was another thing about us; I was the one that strode ahead and did stuff, and Jez was the one who thought about it, and then usually told me what I’d done stupidly... And was usually right ad told me so.

    “I think a burger is in order.” She said with a sigh, “A big one.”

    “I thought you were on a diet sis.” I reminded her, as Jez usually forgot about her diets. They never lasted over a week.

    “Fuck my diet.” She muttered bitterly.

    You know, we’re not actually sisters, but everybody thinks so… and we let them. We’re like sisters, we act like it and we sort of look like it, but we’re not. If we were, she’d probably have killed me by this point for about a million different reasons.

    A guy caught us up before we got to the doors. He was pretty tall, but not massively; just taller than Jez, and she was shorter than me but wearing a loaned pair of my platform heels (which were pretty demonic, if I say so myself). He had dark brown hair, quite long so it got in his eyes a lot, and he didn’t smile but greeted us as cheerfully as was possible at a funeral, which amounts to about a grave nod.

    “Sorry to hear about Liam.” He said sympathetically.

    “Why, he was a wanker.” Jez answered dismissively and got a fair few alarmed looks from the small congregation around us (many of whom were probably thinking along those lines anyway). We were about to carry on our way when it clicked.

    “Oh hell!” Jez apologised (in her language, that alone was usually an apology, but she was messed up that day.) “Sorry, I didn’t recognise you!”

    Then, finally, I cracked it. As I mentioned before, she’s the brains. “Oh my god, Jay?”

    “You two haven’t changed.” He said with a sneaky grin.

    “What happened to you since college?” Jez demanded, and did her best impression of an electrocuted goldfish.

    “This and that.” Jay said with a smile again, “I suspected I’d find the undertakers daughters at the nearest funeral. I thought Allie was heading for Japan?”

    Allie isn’t actually my name by the way, but that’s what you might as well call me, because everybody else does. Really it’s Allyson, but that’s even worse. I tried to change it to Alyss once, but everyone was too used to it, so I’m still Allie.

    I decided to leave out the fact that I had about as much money as I had atomic bombs and just shrugged, “Not without a game design course… or sis.” I explained, and then mentally added a bit, or money.

    We were beginning to get some very unwelcoming expressions by this point, and so Jez excused us. “We have to go, erm… mourn. She said with a wink. Maybe catch you later.”

    “Ok, see you around, I know when I’m not wanted.” Jay joked, and we parted ways and Jez and I left the church. In one piece too which I hadn’t expected, perhaps god had really bad aim with that lightning strike.

    “Well that was more than a bit awkward.” I remarked, stating the obvious but it broke the silence.

    “Sherlock.” Jez replied, “Now about that burger…”


    So naturally, we ended up sitting in the local crummy McDonalds, and I watched Jez destroy any minor progress she’d made on that diet of hers.

    “Allie?” She asked thoughtfully after a while, as she poked at the last few fries in her box, “Do we just have this really shit luck that follows us around?”

    I thought about it. It was unusual for her to just up and say things like that… She was usually pretty light hearted at the best of times. Then again, this wasn’t exactly the best of times. “Nah, we don’t. We’ve gotten this far right? And considering high school, that’s an achievement.” I tried to smile, but I was worried about her.

    She laughed a little, but only faintly and stared down at the fries. “Remember when we were younger, and when stuff like this broke out, we could just… deal with it? What happened?”

    “Hey, there’s a reason for that, remember?” I replied. Now I was especially worried, Jez never brought up that bit of our past. It’s sort of complicated you see… I won’t really go into it but back then we’d both been through a lot, and we developed this kind of… Childish fantasy to help us deal with all the hell, it just got a bit too real by the end. It was lucky neither of us had ended up in an institute, we should have.

    “Let’s get out of here.” She said, changing the subject. I agreed with a sort of ‘hmf’ and we left.

    We walked in the park nearby in silence for a while. It was an old habit of ours, the way we spent many lunch hours back in college. It was all as normal as the day was going to get until that confounded cat turned up.

    I blame myself; if we’d have just gone straight home like we’d intended, probably none of it would have happened. Ok, perhaps he’d have found us, but all the same, it was the worst time the stupid creature could have chosen.

    There we were, sat on the edge of the fountain, minding our own business when it’s furry black and white face popped up. At least he wasn’t smiling this time, but it was still enough to paralyse us on the spot.

    …I know what you’re thinking. It could have been any cat couldn’t it? Well no. You didn’t see his eyes. His eyes were bright violet, like an unnatural shade of violet, and they stared with an expression that suggested the smile that wasn’t there. That’s how we knew it was Messenger, and it was undeniable.

    I looked at Jez, Jez looked at me, and then we both looked at Messenger, who smiled with his eyes. None of us said anything, and he must have realised we both intended to ignore him, so he leapt up onto the fountain in between us, put down the item he had been carrying in his mouth, and then ran off again. Like a phantom, he’d disappeared.

    I pretended he hadn’t been there for a precious few moments, and dared not look down at the spot he’d been a second ago. I think Jez did the same… We had a good enough life right now, apart from a few hiccups, we didn’t need our fantasy anymore.

   Unless it wasn’t a fantasy…

    I dismissed the thought and forced myself to look at the item Messenger had left. For a moment, I thought- no, I hoped- it was a regular British pound, but when I looked closer, my heart missed a beat. On the surface was not the usual portrait of the Queen of England, but of a Queen of hearts… like that in a pack of cards. When I turned it over in my hand, the reverse bore a picture of a little rabbit wearing a waistcoat and a top hat, and he had a little pocket watch in his paw.

    “Allie…” Jez said quietly, her voice shaking so much that if she were a tower, she’d surely have fallen, “Allie, please tell me I’m not seeing this…”

    I tried so hard to come up with an answer that would reassure her. Hell, I wanted an answer that would reassure me. In the end, though I didn’t believe myself, I just shook my head and said, “It’s probably just some convenient trinket. We don’t even have currency in Wonderland.” I considered tossing the coin into the fountain and leaving it there, but my utterly stupid curiosity got the better of me and I slipped it into the pocket of my leather coat.

    “Don’t even say that word.” Jez muttered.

    “Come on, we should go home.” I said, although my throat was so dry I had trouble speaking at all. “I need to feet Kurt anyway.” (Kurt was the dog). I figured at the time that if we ignored Messenger’s visit altogether, he’d get that we didn’t need him, and then perhaps he’d leave us alone. Dreams couldn’t pursue you could they?

    It wasn’t normal, but the state we were in as we returned to the flat was at least visually acceptable for a girl who’s just attended her ex’s funeral, and the best friend of that girl, so at least there wasn’t much to hide.

    But all the way we were contemplating the same things… If all that business with our Wonderland had been a dream, how did Messenger leave us a physical coin? And even worse, why?

    I honest to god hoped that it wasn’t because our Wonderland needed us…


    The flat we rented not too far from the university (seen as I still hadn’t got a driving licence), was pretty small and nondescript, but it was home all the same. Quite plain (as we’d never bothered to decorate) and furnished with mostly blankets, pillows and dog hair. Naturally, this meant that our current landlady wasn’t exactly Kurt’s greatest fan.

    Kurt leapt on me immediately as we walked in, which made even Jez giggle a bit, and licked my face in the way that only a husky who happens to be a terrible judge of his own weight could do so.

    “Hey there boy!” I laughed and attempted to drag him back onto the sofa by his collar before I collapsed into a heap. “Watch out, you’ll make Aiden jealous!”

    “Well look at that, put aside for the dog!” Aiden himself said from the kitchen doorway. “Don’t I get a kiss?”

    “Oh my God, Can’t you two take it to the bedroom? I’m still here you know!” Jez complained, and mock gagged.

    Feeling considerably better, I shot her two fingers for the very outdated joke and went to grant Aiden’s request. Jez made a great pantomime of throwing her guts up on the carpet as I did so. It was alright, it was her turn for cleaning chores.

    “Sorry.” He said brightly, although he had no intention of taking her advice, and neither did I.

    Again, I’m ahead of myself here; I should really explain. Aiden and I met in high school, and we’ve pretty much almost been together since. All of our friends always found it weird for reasons I’m not even going to try to guess or explain. I also know he’s the man I’m going to marry someday… I just haven’t quite gotten around to telling him so yet. Either way, I never thought I knew what love would be like… In a way, I suppose he saved me from insanity, and many other things besides.

    “Are you two done yet?” Jez groaned, and slumped down onto the sofa with Kurt (who was politely or disgustedly burying his head in his paws).

    “Not yet.” Said Aiden with a smile, “If you don’t want to watch, why don’t you go make the coffee?” He suggested, and then re-attached himself to my lips before I could tell him not to be so mean.

    “I’m not your housekeeper dear.” She said and stayed where she was to give Kurt a fuss. “No respect for us poor singles hm?” She said to him (his head was still awkwardly beneath his paws).

    I giggled and flicked Aiden on the nose. “You think you’re the man of the house, you go make the coffee!”

    Rolling his eyes in defeat, he gave me a mock salute, “Yes, ma’am!” He replied, and marched off back into the kitchen.

    “Sorry, sis.” I apologised, feeling a little guilty now. She was used to us, but today wasn’t exactly a great time.

    “It’s ok.” She smiled, “Kurt’s the one feeling awkward here!” She reached behind the sofa and conjured the remote control from it’s usual hiding place and turned on the TV.

    “I’m going to go find out what’s taking him so long with the coffee.” I said, and wandered into the kitchen, leaving Jez to channel hop.

    Aiden smiled when he saw me and, still filling the kettle with one hand, beckoned me over for a hug… yeah, for a guy, he had a hug complex... and one for messing with my hair. I wasn’t complaining.

    “Oh yeah.” He said suddenly, he turned around to hand me an envelope which had been sitting on the counter gaining coffee rings. “This came for you earlier.”

    I looked down at it… the paper was like old style parchment, and my name had been printed neatly in black ink on the reverse in a fancy Edwardian looking script. Oddly, it used the one variation of my name that I liked, but nobody used… Alyss. “Well it’s obviously not from uni.”

    He began to take down what was left of the clean mugs and shrugged. “Well maybe it’s from that Lord of the Rings fan club thing…”

    I shoved the envelope in my back pocket, “I’ll read it later. It’s been a weird day, I can’t think about ents and hobbits right now.”

    Aiden’s face changed when I said that. “How is she?” He murmured, cocking his head slightly in the direction of the living room.

    “Holding out I suppose.” I replied. “She’ll be fine.”

    “Hope so.” He said, and started to make three coffees, one extra dark for Jez.

    I sighed and piled more sugar into my own. Yeah, it had been weird, but I figured that if we just ignored the impossible and got on with our normal lives, we’d be fine. We always were.

    The rest of that evening was pretty sane. Jez was quiet, but that was understandable, so I dug out the old Tim Burton collection from the DVDs to save her the trouble of conversation. She spent the films half asleep on a Kurt too tired to throw her off his back.

We said nothing of the incident in the park. I knew it hadn’t left either of our minds, but it wasn’t real if neither of us voiced what we were thinking.

    On the bright side, no cat was coming near the flat with Kurt prowling around…


    It was only that night, when we had finally decided to turn in, that I remembered the letter again. It was crumpled from my pocket, but undamaged otherwise, so I opened it, and found inside a very short note. It was the very last thing on earth I wanted to hear:


    It’s no use trying to ignore us, you need Wonderland just as much as Wonderland needs you. Messenger will give you one final chance to return of your own free will.

    And you never answered my question about the raven…

    Hatteress Lunicie

    Dreams couldn’t write letters either. Was this Jez’s way of playing a sick joke to escape our lives? Somehow, I doubted very much that she would dare. “Don’t even say that word.” She had said.

    But nobody else knew. Not even Aiden…

    There was only one explanation, and it was the most irrational, mad thing I had ever thought of: Wonderland existed, and we were in trouble.