tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956946145369766361.post-27521002257840410342007-07-20T09:59:00.001-06:002007-07-20T10:06:58.101-06:00Someone wrote a book about me—er, us? Splendid!<br /><br />Hello, mortals, are you pleased I have finally arrived? Of course you are. I am Raskin Rubythorn, prince of the Black court. Those rumors you may have heard about my ostracization from the court? Pish! They will ask me back. Dark is the day without Rubythorn shining upon your court.<br /><br />So I must find this books. Books! And me, the star. Surely there could be no other choice, yes? I must send out a minion to fetch a copy. Ten copies! A thousand! And I will have it read to me while I comb my fingers through my hair and preen my wings.<br /><br />Belladonna is strangely put off by this revelation. Interesting. That woman rarely shows emotion. Rumors have it no one, not even her co-workers, have laid eyes upon her. But I have. And wouldn't you like to know? <br /><br />But I must be off! I've a book to listen to, and a harem of flutter-feys to gather for tonight's fete in the forest. Elderberry wine, anyone? And you must try the sweetmeats. What? You have heard a mortal should not partake of faery food? Pish!<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DkECXsJ7lNE/RqDdU6AQ4gI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ruObOHC4lZc/s1600-h/raskin.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DkECXsJ7lNE/RqDdU6AQ4gI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ruObOHC4lZc/s400/raskin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089310930166145538" /></a>Michele Haufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12255612473985897103noreply@blogger.com