I finished another scene and started the next one. I'll probably have to break the chapter in two, since I'm on Page 14 already and still have a lot to stuff into it. We'll see when it's finished.
Excerpt:
When two days later Michael went to meet Alex Moreau at the Hyperion, the press was already full of dramatic pictures about the burned-down Femboi. Wild guessing about who might have been responsible for the supposed vandalism was spreading like wildfire (pardon the pun), and not only among the mortals.
“I assume that Salvador sent over a few of his thugs from La Hermandad,” Joaquin Murietta, LAPD detective, powerful Toreador of Ancilla Blood and a stout supporter of the Camarilla, said to Alain. “He likes to do our Prince small favours, while keeping his independence. And the Brujah Anarch are very good at that sort of job.”
“Were there casualties?” Alain asked. “Mortal ones, I mean.”
Because dead Sabbat didn’t count; they both agreed about that.
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on 2021-07-07 03:44 pm (UTC)Excerpt:
When two days later Michael went to meet Alex Moreau at the Hyperion, the press was already full of dramatic pictures about the burned-down Femboi. Wild guessing about who might have been responsible for the supposed vandalism was spreading like wildfire (pardon the pun), and not only among the mortals.
“I assume that Salvador sent over a few of his thugs from La Hermandad,” Joaquin Murietta, LAPD detective, powerful Toreador of Ancilla Blood and a stout supporter of the Camarilla, said to Alain. “He likes to do our Prince small favours, while keeping his independence. And the Brujah Anarch are very good at that sort of job.”
“Were there casualties?” Alain asked. “Mortal ones, I mean.”
Because dead Sabbat didn’t count; they both agreed about that.