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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 120, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia (2 of 2 parts)
#Wss366 Boner #TimeTravelAuthors 07/29. proof/prove
Sir Sablé began winding down after the big announcement confirming the link between the book we had seen in the British Museum and the current meeting, saying, “Let the fruits of this gathering, our Garden of Gethsemane, be known as ‘The Covenant of St. Judas.’”
There were murmurs of dissent around me, and Sir Conrad's face showed his dissatisfaction. Frankly, I had to agree. I wouldn’t have been swayed either by the blatant heresy of his words.
However, the Grand Marshal was prepared for this and announced, “Some of you still doubt me. That is nothing new; even those who heard Our Lord with their own ears did not believe Him. Therefore, I shall show you the sign entrusted to me.”
He nodded to his attendants. They turned to leave, only to stop when Sir Conrad spoke. “And of King Henry?”
The Templar frowned and might have objected, but Conrad was too important a person to ignore.
“Henry is not privy to this conclave,” Sir Sablé said. “Let the Lord of England do what he does best: fight the infidels. Bois-Guilbert and Lancaster are here as John’s envoys. I have his noble word of support for our venture. Are you satisfied, Montferrat?” (So I was right; he was Sir Conrad of Montferrat. I was a tiny fish swimming with this era’s barracudas.)
“I am,” he answered. His face told a different story: grim, hard, and skeptical.
Sir Sablé’s knights left, soon returning with a metal canister. The sight turned me cold. Although the Grand Master presented it as a holy thing, I could sense its abominable nature. What fresh horror was about to be revealed?
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 120, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia (1 of 2 parts)
#Wss366 Boner #TimeTravelAuthors 07/29. proof/prove
“You may be seated,” Sir Sablé said. The Grand Master of the Templars’ voice was dignified, higher than one might expect, but the tone was that of someone accustomed to command. “Bishop Dreux, will you honor this gathering with a prayer?”
I recognized the priest he had called on as the person who’d challenged Sir Conrad earlier. Even though he was a bishop, he was clearly also a fighting man: strong, scarred; the bulk of his robes hinted at chain mail beneath. I didn’t understand the brief Latin prayer he led. It was a pity I hadn’t learned Latin at university.
While we prayed, Emily left my side, moving to the dais so she could hear what the rabbits were saying to Sir Sablé. It was a decision that would later #prove disastrous. A real #boner, as some of my cruder students might have said. (Why did these memories come back to me when I couldn’t follow up on them?)
Once the prayer had finished, the Grand Master addressed us. “You have been called here in the Lord’s name and shall be blessed for your piety…”
He continued in this vein for a while, and most of what he said wasn’t worth repeating. However, other parts of his speech had stunning implications.
- “Though unworthy, the Lord hath lifted me from the dust as our Lord Jesus did Mary Magdalene, and a heavenly host has vouchsafed me words. Today, I humbly bear their message for your ears.”
Behind him the rabbits made ironic bows that he couldn’t see.
- “As Saint Judas Iscariot sacrificed himself to bring about our Savior’s glorious act of redemption, we too are summoned to make the ultimate sacrifice, our honor. We may be reviled for our deeds, but we the faithful shall show the same devotion, to God’s will, Abraham did when the Lord commanded him to sacrifice his son. We will hold fast, knowing that our obedience is required to invoke the Third Coming, bringing a fiery end to this sinful race, Adam’s kin, and to call down the final judgment when the Lord’s hammer smites the world once again.”
A groan escaped me. For an instant I could see the Cretaceous–Paleogene fireball streaking across the sky, setting me ablaze. Fortunately, Sir Sablé’s speech had everyone enthralled, or perhaps they thought it was a gasp of wonder.
It was part intuition and part logic that led me to conclude that the Lapin Cabal intended to bring a meteor down on the world, as had happened in Yucatán. How or why I didn’t know. To this end, they recruited the gullible, the ambitious, and the truly wicked to do their bidding. The Templars, Illuminati, Nazis, and ICE-Nine were just examples of this.
The implications were staggering, and from Emily’s face, she recognized it too.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Early Night
Careless wishes get messy results.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 119, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 North #TimeTravelAuthors 07/25. unite/together
Things in the council chamber soon settled back to how they had been before, with people ignoring me. I was small potatoes and, having incurred the ire of Sir Conrad, I was not someone to befriend.
Meanwhile, talk of King Richard advancing from the #north towards the Holy City was rife at one end of the room. On the other side of the room, Sir Conrad was extolling the need to #unite under his banner, emphasizing how feuding over the throne of Jerusalem weakened the defense of the lands they’d secured. I couldn’t help wondering what would happen if I warned him that he would be assassinated by the end of next year.
Silence fell as two knights entered and ascended the dais. Everyone rose, and the Templars dropped to one knee. The rest of us bowed our heads as a lean, muscular man followed them. His face was that of a warrior: short, grey-streaked hair, darkly tanned, a trimmed beard, and a scar over his left eye. A lapin dressed as a Templar page stood on either side of him.
His human attendants announced, “Sir Robert IV de Sablé, Grand Master of the Holy and Valiant Order of the Knights Templar, Lord of Cyprus.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
EP 3: 2025, Miskatonic University II (Skully’s Office)
Bijou and Emily learn the basics of time-travel before fleeing from ICE-Nine.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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And this is what happens when your ambition outpaces your intention
#TheHeirsLair #Review #BookReview #Historical #Fantasy #HistoricalFantasy #HistoricalReview #FantasyReview #TheHussiteTrilogy #LightPerpetual #BookSky💙📚 #scififantasyspecfic
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 118, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Foil #TimeTravelAuthors 07/15. fail/loss
Breathing seemed to have stopped in the chamber as people awaited Sir Conrad’s answer. He was clearly someone whose opinion was important to the Templars. My guess was he was Conrad of Montferrat, a contender for the crown of the Kingdom of Jerusalem. If he objected to my presence or challenged my identity further, I would be at a #loss on how to remedy the situation. The worst outcome would be that he’d have me arrested.
Emily grasped my hand, and I prepared to time-trip away if our plan was #foiled.
“You may stay,” the lord said. “But I’ll insist you enjoy the hospitality of my camp after the council. I trust you will provide more proofs.”
I bowed and took my seat, aware that Conrad’s gaze was still on me.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Episode 3: 2025, Miskatonic University I
Bijou meets some old ¿Friends?
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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youtu.be/albuya6LA44
I'm feeling mixed about this media product. Good book, but what does it lead to?
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 117, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Sty #TimeTravelAuthors 07/11 Saturday breathe/breath
When the conclave ended, I needed to talk with Emily. She wouldn’t say things like that unless she meant more. Although we had only known each other for a few weeks, I hoped her flattering words weren’t just fluff. Right now, though, I needed to focus on my Templar impersonation.
Even if I had wanted to discuss our relationship then, I couldn’t, as Petros had returned with what turned out to be one of the worst meals I’d ever faced: tough, fatty meat and coarse, gritty bread. With the help of the sour wine, I choked it down. I had no choice but to eat it if I wanted to maintain my pretense.
Relief came partway through the meal, when another servant arrived announcing: “If you will follow me, M’Lord.”
I handed Petros the remains of the food and followed the servant into the courtyard and to the central citadel. At the door, we passed a squad of knights in full armor standing guard. They were grim figures, many with scarred faces visible beneath their helmets. Even the fortress gate hadn’t been guarded this well.
Once inside, I was led to a chamber dominated by a raised dais at the far end. Men sat in chairs around a table running down the center of the room, their gazes turned to fix on me. Brian de Bois-Guilbert rose from one of the chairs and announced, “Sir William de Lancaster, in the service of my friend the Prior of Aymer.”
“I heard you died,” another voice said.
Silence fell, and all the faces turned to look at the speaker: a man with a full, trimmed beard and narrow eyes. A #sty marred his handsome Latin features.
“Lord Conrad, I vouch for him,” Bois-Guilbert replied.
The man waved a hand, dismissing the objection. “Let the Lancaster speak for himself. Matters are too weighty for him to remain unchallenged.”
Sir Brian’s face grew red, but he remained silent.
I took a deep #breath, pointed to my throat, and choked out: “Miracle… Swallowed… Lead…Released…”
A third voice spoke, a bishop by his appearance. “My lord, Marquis, what say you? Will you deny the Lord’s miracle?”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Sapphic
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Crusade of the Damned (The Phoenix Elite, 4) by C.T. Clark
The beauty of humanity and the brutality of tech oligarchy clash in this thrilling global race to contain a deadly virus and its viral hate-campaigns.
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youtu.be/iA7xgjoCbO0
Anyone up to start a new series?
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 116, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 West #TimeTravelAuthors 07/3 Main character’s appearance
Sir Bois-Guilbert led me to a limestone room on the #west side of the inner courtyard. The unadorned chamber was furnished with plain wooden furniture, emphasizing function over aesthetics. This wasn’t a barracks, nor was it a stateroom. The choice of the room made clear my status in Bois-Guilbert’s estimation.
“I’ll announce your arrival,” the noble said. “We weren’t expecting you.”
He gestured to a silent, bow-headed servant standing in the background to hand me a goblet of wine. The man’s status was clear not only by his subservience but also by his rough, spun white robes.
“Petros here will take care of your needs,” the noble said, then dipped his head and departed.
Emily waved adieu and followed closely on his heels.
She wasn’t gone long before she drifted in again, signaling for me to get rid of the servant.
“Petros, food.” I kept my order brief. It felt odd to treat someone with such arrogance, but it was in keeping with my role.
After Petros genuflected and left, I turned to Emily. “Go ahead, but hurry. We don’t know how soon he’ll be back.”
"They suspect nothing," she said. "There was some talk of the miracle, but no one suspects anything. What will you say if you're asked about it?"
I touched my throat. “When I refused to recant my faith, they forced me to drink lead. Upon my miraculous survival, I was released.”
“It's a good lie,” Emily said, resuming her report. “You need to take care, though. I found drawings of you and Georgina. They’re not very good, but they look enough like you that if someone compared them to you, they might guess your true identity.”
She smiled. “Your figure was Rubenesque and your face was rounder, rather than trim and modern. The nose was especially bad, largish, no match for your cute, button-like nose. You’re wearing a white Grecian gown, like something from a painting of Roman gods. They had your hair correct: flaxen with porcelain skin. As long as you don't speak, they won't suspect anything. Your French sounds nothing like theirs.”
“Trim and modern?” “Cute button nose?” “Porcelain skin?” I blushed.
“I’ll do that,” I said, barely keeping from stuttering.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Sapphic
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 115, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Carbon #TimeTravelAuthors 07/1 Introduce your time travel story
The sergeant glanced at Lot’s ring and said, “Wait,” and gestured to a soldier.
“I’ll be back to warn you if there's a problem,” Emily said as she followed the man into the fortress. I grew nervous as we separated; what if I had to time-trip away?
That wasn’t why I was sweating. Though the noon temperatures were quite temperate, I was standing in the sun. Nor could it have been the situation we were headed into, the heart of the Templar/Lapin conspiracy.
Who was I kidding? It was both. I was on the verge of learning what the Illuminated Ones and other assorted villains were up to. Maybe I would even learn why I had been reincarnated as a time-traveler. Either that or fleeing, having given my enemies warning that I was sniffing around their doings. The dime could drop at any moment and my partner might or might not be there to escape with me.
I didn’t have long to wait before a man dressed in a Templar’s surcoat emerged, accompanied by Emily. You could tell his status at a glance; instead of the more common coarse cotton or wool cloth we had seen so far, his clothes were made of richly embroidered material trimmed with ermine. The surcoat was made of good quality silk. His hair was well-tended, oiled, and, I think, perfumed.
There was nothing of the dandy about him, though. The sword at his side would have taken both my arms to lift. However, his heavily muscled arms would have had no trouble with this task. Stern blue eyes stared out at me from a weathered face, tanned by the Palestinian sun.
“Brian de Bois-Guilbert,” Emily announced.
I bowed and, in a hoarse whisper, said, “My humble greeting, Sir Bois-Guilbert,” pointing to my throat. This was a man with whom I daren’t take risks. If he heard my French, I’m sure it would betray me.
“Sir William, it is good to see you alive. This is a most welcome miracle.” He replied. Then, in a sterner voice, he said, “Your ring.”
I held out Lot’s ring.
He pulled off a glove and compared the ring on his hand with the one on mine. Finding them #carbon-copies a smile broke out on his face. “This is indeed an unlooked-for pleasure. Welcome and enter. We must find you a stirrup cup to celebrate your arrival.”
I had passed the first hurdle.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Sapphic
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The Golem’s Holocaust by Scott Eveloff
A striking historical novel about a supernatural guardian arising during humanity’s darkest chapter
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https://independentbookreview.com/2026/07/01/the-golems-holocaust-by-scott-eveloff/#bookreview #bookblog #historicalfantasy #historicalfiction #HistriaBooks
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
The Hindenburg – May 6th, 1937
Everything is in place to thwart the Nazis, but will it work?
Falling… Falling… Fall…
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 114 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 East #TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 Promo
The lights dimmed as the guards’ grim countenances replaced Georgina’s. There was no pleasure to be found there, but no knives appeared.
We had appeared in a spartan room, bare except for a bed and a carved cross hanging in a light patch on the wall, suggesting that an icon had been there not long before.
I beckoned toward the door, and the guards stood. They led the way out of the chamber, down wooden stairs, and into a common room filled with soldiers bearing coats of arms from various European houses. King Richard’s lion rampant and the Templar’s cross dominated, with the latter particularly prevalent.
The occupants stared, muttered, and exchanged hostile looks with our guides as we passed. Hands touched swords and daggers, but no one drew them. The day was still early, and even though the room reeked of wine, its inhabitants were moderately sober. I shuddered to think what might have happened later in the evening.
I left the building with a sigh of relief that nothing worse than a few insults being hurled at us and a smell like uncleaned stables.
The castle lay #east of the inn and was surprisingly modest. Until that moment, I had imagined a great Crusader fortress. Instead, a square, pale limestone Byzantine enceinte rose above the city, enclosing a central keep barely taller than the outer walls. White banners bearing red Templar crosses fluttered from the battlements while Frankish men-at-arms kept watch beside the gatehouse.
Our guides melted away into the crowd, leaving us to approach alone. At the gate, a sergeant and two soldiers greeted me in French. I muttered, “William de Lancaster, here from England for the conclave,” and showed them the ring.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Sapphic
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The Southern Sorority of Superstitious Witches by Katie Ortiz
The title caught my attention. The story seemed fascinating, and as someone who wrote a YA novel set in about the same time period (that actually launched my entire fantasy world, even though I never p
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 113 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Paper #TimeTravelAuthors 06/25. Proud
In the morning, we met Georgina in the shrine’s courtyard. The sky above was the color of fine linen #paper, tinged with satiny pinks in the east. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad omen.
“Are you sure you don’t need an escort to the fortress?” our guide asked.
“I’m positive. Just tell me where it’s safe to appear. The Lord will take care of the rest,” I said.
“We have secured a room for you at Michael's Inn just outside the fortress gates. The guards you met yesterday await you there. I pray St. George and the Theotokos guard you.”
Kneeling, I let Georgina bless me. I wasn’t too #proud to accept any help that was offered. This included divine or supernatural aid. I had seen enough to believe in its existence.
“May the Lord and all the apostles protect you from the Evil One,” she finished.
Still on my knees, I asked, “When am I expected?”
“Before the sun reaches its zenith. That’s when the conclave begins.”
I nodded, took Emily’s hand, and wished, “Take me to the room at Michael’s Inn where the Coptic guards await me, an hour before noon.”
The ground grew soft under me, and the monks' faces blurred and then vanished.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 112 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 gelatinous #TimeTravelAuthors 06/23. Do any characters use certain words/phrases/speech styles?
Emily and I could have time-tripped to the castle immediately, but the conclave wasn’t until tomorrow. Besides, would they even let us in at night? We certainly shouldn’t trip right into the fortress.
In the meantime, one of the shrine’s servants used a #gelatinous substance made from ground walnut shells and herbs to dye my hair brown. She also stained my teeth so they wouldn't be a brilliant white. There was nothing she could do about their health, but at least I wouldn’t have a twenty-first-century smile. I found it all gross.
My partner, on the other hand, was in fine fettle, spouting thirties jargon. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. You’ll look peachy when she’s finished.”
I stuck my tongue out at her. “You’re funny. Not!” I retorted, being careful not to move my head.
“You’re a hoot when you get your Irish up.”
“Whatever,” I said, falling silent.
“You know I’m only pulling your leg.”
I laughed. It was a game we played. The maid was giving me an odd look, though, so I stopped. All she could see was me talking to thin air and making faces.
After my hair and teeth were finished and the servant left, my partner and I made plans for the following day, which mainly consisted of going over hand signals. That done, we turned to playing cards, poorly. The anticipation of the next day's adventure weighed on us, so our play was desultory and error-ridden.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
The Hindenburg – Afternoon, May 4th
Time to get the film. Can Bijou do it?
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 111 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 deliverance #TimeTravelAuthors 06/19. Do characters travel through space, or just time?
I reached and took the ring from Georgina. It tingled like a spider walking across my palm. The front featured an emblazoned ivory crest. What was engraved there gave me a chill: a comet or shooting star above a dragon rampant.
“The mark of the Ancient Serpent,” our host said.
In my hand was a ring of power that would draw its bearer into the service of a greater malevolence.
I muttered in English so only Emily understood, “In the darkness to bind them.” I would have to repeat the whole rhyme and explain it to her later.
My fingers closed around the artifact. I didn’t know what evil I faced, but something had surely restored me to existence to combat it. As for Emily, I knew where she stood. She had never been one to shy away from danger.
I looked at Georgina and said, “I am your servant. Tell me what to do.”
She gave a grave nod while my partner threw me a thumbs-up, a gesture I had taught her.
“You’re William de Lancaster,” our host said, “in the service of the Prior of Aymer and have recently escaped from the infidels. We’ll provide you with priest robes and a hood, so you can play the part. Walnut dye so your hair shines not so bright. William was a youth, so your smooth face and voice should not be an issue. Still, keep your countenance hidden and speak as little as possible.”
I nodded, memorizing the information.
“The ring will allow you to enter the castle and attend the conclave. Reaching the fortress is our main challenge, as the people despise the Frankish priests and may waylay us.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I said. “I can travel to any place or time you direct. My concern is not being observed when I appear.”
She nodded and resumed. “Tell them you carry the concerns of certain English bishops. Your presence requires no further explanation. Brian de Bois-Guilbert may question you, since there were reports of your capture and death at Acre. Reply that you were indeed captured but owe your #deliverance from the infidels to the grace of God. If he presses you further, say you escaped Salah ad-Din’s massacre of prisoners due to a miracle. Otherwise, remain silent; your French won’t pass as William’s.”
I nodded again.
“I can’t help you with what you will find in the castle, but your silence and the ring should carry you through. When you leave, I will have an escort waiting for you.”
“No need,” I said. “I’ll appear in this shrine’s courtyard in a week’s time.”
“Then rest well tonight, for tomorrow you enter the Evil One’s lair. May God and the Theotokos be with you.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 110 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 perch #TimeTravelAuthors 06/17. glimmer/shine)Everyone at the table fell silent as Georgina continued in French, “The others here are aware of what is needful for them to know. They only require your answer to our request. From time immemorial, the Illuminated Ones have held conclaves with the earthly forces of the Tempter. With a net of lies, they draw them in, seeking the downfall of mankind and the spread of their unholy domination.”
“Tomorrow, the vultures will leave their #perch to meet with the Frankish devils to form a compact. I would seek knowledge of their council, but the Evil One guards them too well. As light repels dark, so darkness negates the light. But you, a follower of the holy man of India, dwell not in the dark, even though you have not embraced the light of the true faith. You who are neither mortal nor divine, are a torch by which we may illuminate their den of iniquity. The Lord has answered my prayers and sent you.”
“Then you don’t know their goals?” I asked.
“Nay. Just that they seek the downfall of the Race of Adam and a return of a great evil: the people of the Ancient Serpent.”
“How are we supposed to get in if she can’t?” Emily asked me. “We’d be mugs if we tried time-traveling in?”
While it was possible to do that, as Emily indicated, the risk of discovery was extreme. So far, I had arrived in places with a passable identity, but no one had been trying to detect intruders. This time, however, we’d be arriving among fellow time-trippers: hostile ones, at that. Even if they didn’t discover us outright, our ignorance of the situation would surely trip us up.
I repeated my partner’s question in French.
“We will supply you with robes and a passkey.” With these words, Georgina removed a packet from her sash. Greek writing and sacred Christian symbols adorned the wrapping. Without touching the contents, she unwrapped it, revealing a gold signet ring. Just as the Lance of Longinus back at the British Museum had given a holy radiance, so did the ring, only it #glimmered with malevolence.
The priest grimaced, shielding his face as he leaned away, but the guards failed to react. Clearly, not everyone was “privileged” to know its nature.
Georgina held it out to me and said, “This contains a fragment of salt from Lot’s wife. It is unusable by me. It was taken from a young chaplain who perished in Palestine. With this, you may gain entry into their council.”
She paused and asked, “Will you take it and aid us, daughter of the Indian Sage?”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
The Hindenburg – May 4th, 1937
Bijou eats, drinks, and scams Miss. Pang (The living one).
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Tea & Alchemy "Mina Penrose becomes entangled with Harker Tregarrick, a reclusive alchemist suspected of murder" Sale: $4.99 to $2.49 by Sharon Lynn Fisher Rating: 4.1/5 (11,095 Reviews) #fantasy #historical #books #historicalfantasy #romance #mystery #alchemy #cornwall #tea #vampire #booksky
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 109 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 liquid #TimeTravelAuthors 06/13. rich/poor)
I bowed to the Copts assembled around the table. “It is my honor. I am Henrietta Bijou, and you have my humble apology if I have desecrated your robes.”
Georgina conferred with the others in what sounded like Greek, then returned to French to speak with me. “We understand your need. Please sit and break bread with us. Tell your companion she may join us if she is able.”
“She can’t,” I said, sitting down on a rough stool.
The priest broke off pieces of a loaf of coarse brown bread and handed them around. Set within easy reach was a dish of olive oil and another of salt to accompany the bread. He then poured a heavy red #liquid into our cups, and we all sipped the contents: a Greek wine laced with resin that was not to my taste. The fare was #poor, as the prior dinner had been #rich, but the meal was no less hospitable.
Emily took a small piece of bread and a sip of my drink. “A token of my friendship,” she said.
When I translated, Georgina nodded and spoke to the wide-eyed guards. The priest protested, and I made out just enough to tell he was saying something about magic.
When they were done, our guide said to me, “He thinks you’re a sorceress, but I’ve assured him you’re not. He’ll be guided by me. I hope you will as well, for what I need to speak of is grave. The true sorcerers and spawn of Satan hold a conclave on the morrow, and we must know what devilry they plan. The Holy Spirit has sent you to us to be our ears. Do not fail us.”
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