Ciani has a master plan involving both her ex-lover and her former teacher in sorcery. Part 2 of the Holiday Collection. D/G

Summary: They have reached the point where Tarrant is confronting Calesta on Mt Shaitan and Damien is thinking over things. He then experiences visions that reveal Tarrant's secret love for him. Warning: M/M, D&G, no explicitness

Gerald notices something wrong about Damien and decides to take the matter into his own hands. Naturally, it doesn't go as he planned. D/G

This is the companion fic to "Change." While Change focuses on Vryce's point of view, this fic focuses on Tarrant's point of view of the same events. Set after Tarrant is rescued from hell. Warning: M/M, and that's it.

Set right after Damien and Karril have resued Gerald from his own private hell with the Unnamed. Written from Damien's point of view. It's just a sweet, short, little drivel. Nothin special. Warning: M/M, nothing explicit. Just D&G fluff.

It's not funny to anger the family. Implied DxG. Set in the Survivals universe.

Another fic of a final confrontation between D&G, but this one ends badly. Not a very pleasant fic. Warning: Hints of M/M, major character death...

After WTNF, they don't go after Calesta yet. Damien tries to make good on his threat to kill the Hunter. Warning: M/M, D&G, nothing explicit (sorry)

Gerald goes a hunting; set at the beginning of CoS between Tarrant's return to the Forest and his detour to hell. Slash Tarrant/Vryce, but nothing explicit for a change

A blizzard on Valentine's Day brings an unexpected present. Part 1 of Holiday Collection. DxG

"And he remembered the storm that had overtaken them in mid-journey - - and he remembered thinking then that it was all over, that they had taken one chance too many, that this monster of the equatorial regions would surely devour them before nightfall. And then Tarrant had emerged." -When True Night Falls, Chapter One

In which Damien finds Gerald suspicious, Gerald finds Narilka intriguing, and beginnings and endings meet. [Gerald/Narilka] (Post-trilogy, completed)

So, instead of the crappy ending where Damien and Gerald return to the keep only to have Gerald die there, I am proposing that he actually really died during his sacrifice at Mount Shaitan. This is a funeral, and a VERY dark one. Warning: implied M/M, emotional angst, major character death.

Santa Gerald's coming into town, but he stubbornly refuses to don the traditional Santa cap and borrows it to furry little Diablo (not my creation and therefore absent from my story, alas) instead... This is your Christmas present, Black Dragon's Ghost, and I hope you enjoy it. Merry X-mas and a happy New Year to all of you, wherever you are and whatever you believe in!

Intermediate side installment to Land Of The Flame. Songfic of Seanan McGuire's Fly Little Bird, plus Yule-special request filler for Alowl. Teasers for Land Of The Flame, but no spoilers: glimpses of a possible future, let's say. Implied violence and deliberate vagueness. For once, not a speck of slash. Definitely AU.

For the holidays. The story picks up about 8 weeks after the crappy part of CoS where Gerald is killed by Andrys and the Patriarch kills himself. There was no meeting on Black Ridge Pass. Damien is depressed and is attending a holiday party in Jaggonath at the start. Warning: Emotional Angst, M/M.

And now just guess who could be the sleeping beauty... Set at the end of CoS, at the Keep. What if a "fairy" intervened? Slash.

Setting: Same results as my other stories after Calesta's defeat. Gerald is revived with all his powers intact. However, skip ahead to what usually happens in my stories relationship-wise. They discover the strange connection between themselves has turned itself inside out and into love, though neither really knows how to handle it truly. Warnings: M/M, OOC quite a bit

Gerald and Damien return from Calesta's defeat in CoS and part ways, but just for a short while. Something draws them back together. Warnings: M/M, Emotional Angst, AU, some OOC (more towards the end).

Just a sappy bit of fluff I figured I'd post out of sheer boredom and the desire to see how many people's eyes I can possibly force to melt in their skulls by such poor poetic nonsense. You have been warned...