*
Perhaps she shouldn't have accepted this commission. It could bring her a great deal of trouble, but Count Yanin had offered far too much.
Finding the body of the exile he followed was no simple task, Balaos thought.
Her followers intercepted a letter from Connie Lee of the Anti-Corruption Bureau, sent to Zurich, along with the Christmas gift.
The British government officials and the Anti-Corruption Bureau had set their sights on her like rabid dogs chasing prey. As a result, the cult's London headquarters suffered a devastating blow -
To hell with Yanin.
"You caused me a huge mess! Before I took the commission, you never said the other recipient was Percy Stiles!"
By the time Yanin received the letter and realized it had all been a misunderstanding, the cult leader had already been thrown in prison and could no longer know.
To hell with Yanin!
*
Gotham's weather was always gloomy and rainy, reminding her of home.
[I remember what happened. I remember who I am. Those dreams gave me something I have to do.]
Recruit followers, study documents, listen to the teachings of the Lightbringer, deal with annoying hunters, beat the stuffing out of opponents with something wrong in their heads, and take a group of professional Winter believers on a spring outing to Gotham Cemetery.
What a delightful life.
Things were fairly peaceful. They'd be even better if the new bird she'd adopted would stop causing trouble.
2025.8.26
Theme: The lighthouse stands where the light shines.
