Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the well-aware one.
Chapter One Hundred Seventeen: Safe
Michael eased back a corner of the comforter. Continue reading
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the sleepy one.
Chapter One Hundred Sixteen: Lavish Provisions
Michael laughed outright. “I told you we should have Continue reading
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the cuddler.
Chapter One Hundred Fifteen: Upper Story
When Michael escorted Jacques to a dull doorway, Continue reading
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Chapter One Hundred Fourteen: Loaner
Jacques couldn’t believe it. “You don’t mind?” Continue reading
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially for the one who has a way with words.
Chapter One Hundred Thirteen: Choose with Care
Jacques perked up. Lapis wasn’t the propositioning sort Continue reading
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the one who’s lingering longer.
Chapter One Hundred Twelve: Decampment
The wolves left first, and Jacques was suffering from withdrawal. Continue reading
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the trickster.
Chapter One Hundred Eleven: Layers of Meaning
Argent’s lips quirked. “Anyone who has regular dealings with canines Continue reading
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the one who really shouldn’t let go at the moment.
Chapter One Hundred Ten: Gentleman’s Agreement
“How does this work?” asked Jacques. Continue reading
Jacques Smythe of the Uppington Smythes. Maybe he wasn’t your favorite character in Tsumiko and the Enslaved Fox, but Uncle Jackie is here to stay. Lord Mettlebright’s Man will probably hang around for several hundred (admittedly short) chapters, skimming through the backdrop of the series, giving you glimpses of life at Stately House from the point of view of an ordinary, unendowed, freeloading gentleman’s gentleman.
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He was still sulking in his linen cupboard when the younger Starmark tapped lightly and proffered a dainty crystal goblet. “My father sends his compliments and would like your opinion of his gift.”
“Why?”
“Argent spoke highly of your palate.”
“Naturellement.” Jacques lifted, tilted, swirled, and sniffed with patent hauteur. Thick amber, bedizened by tiny galaxies. Holding the first sip in his mouth, he closed his eyes and knew bliss. “What is this?” he sighed.
“Star wine.”
—Lord Mettlebright’s Man, Chapter 59: “Discerning Palate”
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Who else has high hopes for Jacques? ::twinkle::
Lord Mettlebright’s Man begins here.
Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the ready one.
Chapter One Hundred Nine: Life Choices
Jacques wasn’t a respected kind of chap. Continue reading
