It's taller than you or me, but if I lift you up, you can reach the first branch."She was right. The togas were about thirty hands from the ground, bu... the first branch was only around eighteen hands tall. If she lifted me up, I could reach the first branch and climb to the other easily."I'm Urania, by the way." And I'm mad you stole my toga," I said."That's a very long name," she laughed. It proved infectious and I was forced to give up my stern look and join her."I'm Helena." Pleased to meet. His fiery red hair was drenched in sweat and clinging to his brow."Blaez." I leaned in close then kissed his lips just as his eyes opened to see me kneeling there before him. His expression quickly changed from pleasure to sudden shock. He shoved me back away from him and growled fiercely at me."Drake, what the hell are you doing?!" Isn't it obvious?" I smiled a wicked smile, flashing my fangs at him then reached down, cupping my hand over him to continue where he left off."N...no...don't!". In a desperate effort to keep everything straight in my mind, I even created Outlook calendars for the story so I could record what was happening and when things were coming up. I was desperately writing. The last chapter of Part 1 had posted and people were waiting for the first chapter of Part 2. And here I was, tossing the whole thing out and starting over.To keep people from being upset that I wasn’t posting, I started releasing Blackfeather on the first of April. People were enjoying the. Some had their corsets popped open and were slouching slovenly across their chairs. A couple others were drinking from pints of ale. Two women were arm-wrestling at the end of the table. And right in front of her was Mary, the prim and proper Mary, dress half-removed and smoking a pipe."Mary?" Elizabeth asked numbly, as though the woman in front of her was surely actually some sort of doppelganger."Hello Elizabeth," said Mary, taking out her pipe and waving it in greeting. "Welcome to the.