And lo, the prophets did speak of a dark time that should fall upon the earth, when fangs would not flash, whiskey would not clang, and eyebrows would not act. In this dark time, sarcasm would not echo in the air, and nary a forehead would be touched in intimacy, for the dark sorceress Plec had retreated into the night, to recoup and to recover.
The prophecy was true, but it was incomplete.
For the fell necromancer Williamson, long a cohort of the Dark One, and himself schooled in the ways of the macabre theatre, had followed Plec into seclusion.
Gone from our televisions were the exploits of a bubbly blond demnspawn. Absent from our Thursdays were the deep-V shirt of her blond counterpart, who is not her half-brother and if you say otherwise I will stab you with a fork. Missing from the air was the bead-bedecked bosom of a young Australian model.
The hellatus, that vile thing spoken of is harsh tones and acidic whispers, had grown strong, and another show had fallen to its appetite.
And the days did become weeks, and our spirits did suffer.
For a dark power stirred in the blond hellchild, brought forth with renewed vigor by the rested and refreshed Williamson. A force both wild and wicked surged through her, compelling her to acts of power and darkness. And as she felt the untamed magics rushing through her, she did speak … “I kinda like it.”
Previously, on The Secret Circle…
- Grandma’s Gingerbread House – Bedroom of Blond Badassery -
Jake Armstrong: Hi Cassie!
Cassie Blake: Eep!
The Lady of the Manor: Call a girl. Jesus, you people. Does anyone on the CW own a phone, or is it all “sneak into your dark room and deliver a cryptic message” mail these days?
Jake Armstrong: Sorry about selling you and your friends out to a bunch of guys that wanted to murder you for the vile crime of being born! On the bright side, I’ve turned over a completely new leaf, and an ready to proceed with sexytimes!
Cassie Blake: Your proposal is interesting, however … Super Cassie force choke powers activate!
Jake Armstrong: This crushed larynx and ruptured spleen are most uncomfortable!
The Lady of the Manor: Go on now, Cassie Vader!
Thomas: Darth Blake!
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