Ok, so I've signed up with Authonomy which is basically this HarperCollins initiative to find good new books (from authors not afraid to toss their stuff up onto the net), you get popular enough on there (through reviews, backing the book and adding it to your bookshelf) that eventually, it will wind up on an editor's desk with the possibility of publication.

Mirrorfall is here, and it would be of a great help if you guys could take five minutes to sign up and do all the nice things to the book so that it goes up in rank. ^_^

*cookies for all*

14 days ago.

Ryan knocked on the door to Jones’ lab, and was met with a resounding ‘COME IN!’ from Merlin. He opened the door and walked into the lab, finding the boy sitting on top of a cabinet, a bowl of fruit on his knees, and Jones intently typing something into one of his keyboards.

‘Want some?’ Merlin asked as he held the fruit bowl toward him.

The aroma caught his nose and he took a second look at it. ‘Is that-?’ he began to ask.

‘Yup!’ The boy lifted a huge chunk, licked the juice from his fingers, then popped it into his mouth.

"Sir, you need to take a look at this."

Taylor had been signing some papers, when Magnolia had called to his attention. Taylor quickly scanned some highlighted sections, his eyes narrowed and he requested recruit O'Connor's location: elevator going to field floor. He immediately shifted to field floor. After a way too long wait, the elevator doors opened and Magnolia stepped out with a curious look on her face. She had followed Taylor and had expected him to have Curt in his fists by now.

'Who is it that speaks?' Theris said quietly.

'You know me, for I am Retribution, sister.' the voice replied. 'Please relinquish your scythe.'

Theris bent down, placing her sickle carefully on the ground before her. It flickered out of existence the moment her hand drew away. She twitched. It was never pleasant to have your weapon phased from your care. She rose once more, and spoke.

There were three sharp knocks on Ryan’s door before it opened. He looked up from the recruit discipline report and saw Grigori. He stood and shook the other agent’s hand before sitting back down and clearing his desk of paperwork.

Grigori took the couch, a strange expression on his face. ‘It’s because of you, Ryan, that I don’t trust handshakes as much as I used to.’