February 24, 2019
I'm finally pretty much through the worst of the respiratory nastiness. It's so nice to breathe semi-normal again. It's amazing what a difference it makes to take a deep breath on not end on a coughing spasm.
Not a bad week for television viewing. I finished up Endeavour's second episode of the fifth season. Also caught an episode of Murdoch Mysteries. I rather like where they've put things with Brackenreid.
Finished Luke Cage and, honestly? I liked where the series ended. I'd love to see more and I'm disappointed I won't be able to. The biggest drawback to all the streaming options now is how proprietary they're all becoming. Makes me a little sad.
Watched some Classic Roswell, third episode of the first season, which ended up dovetailing in an interesting way with the second episode of Roswell, New Mexico. Isobel using her powers to freak Maria out in the classic version played against Michael and Isobel using theirs to mess with Liz in the reboot. I'm invested way more than I thought I'd be in the new version. It's moving up the list of shows I don't want to miss.
Caught the Killjoys episode where they rescue the kids and blow up the RAC… and lose one of their own. Seriously, this show grabs me every time I watch. There's so much going on but the emotional beats always shine and don't get lost in the action. I'm looking forward to finishing out season four.
I'm through the halfway mark of Underbelly: Razor. The death toll keeps rising and the "Blood Alley" episode added to it with one of the major players going down. I'm loving the odd little beats of inner betrayal and turmoil, too.
On the sci-fi front, I watched an episode of Painkiller Jane and The Sarah Conner Chronicles. Each episode had a theme of painful past memories. Also caught an episode of Birds of Prey and had forgotten this one. I think I'm at the next to last episode before the series ends.
Finally, I watched the season one ender of Pensacola Wings of Gold. It's a to-be-continued-in-season-two thing and I guess I'll watch the first episode to see how they resolve getting rid of the entire team and starting from scratch. After that… eh… not sure I'll watch more.
That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from Mirror of the Mist, a fun twist on a classic fairy tale.
Here's the mini-blurb:
An urban riff on Snow White, Cecelia Dumond, a black arts priestess, tasks Dys Hunter to assassinate her counterpart, a mystic oracle named Lyric Song. Dys goes undercover in a fight club to gain access to the powerful beauty. Little does he know, she's the one to lead him home, back to his rightful place as heir to his father's empire.
And a preview snippet…
Dys entered the office of Thrune's director of operations and stopped short. "No effing way. What the hell have I walked into here?"
Not at all what he expected. Based on the training facility, a stripped down setup with a half dozen sparring centers and functional, yet state-of-the-art, monitoring equipment lining the outer perimeter, Dys didn't foresee the haven of simple sophisticated elegance he'd been led into by the two guard dogs otherwise known as fighters on Thrune's roster.
Or the director to be more stunning than her name suggested. A direct gaze pinned Dys to the spot and carefully schooled features gave nothing away. Maybe he had the wrong person?
Dys quirked an eyebrow. "Lyric Song?" Did she have an assistant gatekeeper kind of thing… like several layers to get through before the big meet-up?
His information didn't cover the small details and his mission had one priority. Get the hell on the roster and dig deep for every secret Thrune Ultimate had.
The vision ignored him, directing a question to thug number one. "Nardo, did I miss a scheduled appointment on my calendar?" Her voice held a pleasant tone, but also mild censure.
Nardo shook his head. "No, Lyric. This is completely unscheduled." He jerked his chin toward Dys. "But he wouldn't be persuaded to leave and you don't like it when we use brute force to remove unwanted applicants from the premises."
Lyric's lips curved. "You're right, I don't. The risk of injury is too great to have my best fighters throwing down to prove a point." Her hands fussed with the items on her desk, rearranging them then putting them back where they were.
Thug number two added his observation. "He demanded an audition and we put him through the regular routine." His voice carried a smirk, which she acknowledged with a raised eyebrow.
If they considered what they put him through the regular routine, Dys would eat his boots. But he'd outlasted the five other guys on the roster. That bought him entrance into the inner sanctum.
Now he had to stay there and get his name added to the ticket.
Lyric shifted her gaze between the two current fighters, but addressed the second one. "Beltane, what's your assessment of… I'm sorry, does the wannabe have a name?" She glanced between the fighters again.
Nardo shuffled behind Dys and nudged him forward. "His name's Dys Hunter. That's all he'd give us."
Lyric got up and came around the desk, propping a hip on the edge.
Beltane moved forward and handed Lyric a clipboard. "He's got skill. It's raw and unchecked, but he should be able to hold his own in the areas I checked off."
Lyric took several long moments and reviewed the assessment. Dys used the opportunity to study the woman who ran the training facility. Not for the first time, Dys wanted to know why Cecelia had such a hard-on for bringing Lyric down. She didn't own the place only acted as the director for the man behind the business.
That said, Dys followed orders and did whatever Cecelia asked of him. Basically, he'd do anything for a taste of her, to bask in her power and swim in a pool of lust with her. The things Cecelia could do with her mouth alone kept Dys's dick in a perpetual hard state.
But… Lyric Song's quiet attractiveness rivaled Cecelia's chiseled beauty. A comparison of contrasts, the women couldn't be more different. Cecelia's diminutive stature made her appearance delicate and ethereal. Lyric had a whole hot, curvaceous thing going on. Killer legs, feet clad in black stilettos, brought her already impressive height close to his. Cecelia demanded attention with barely there, gauzy, and diaphanous clothing that left little to the imagination. Lyric's fitted and tailored attire included a skirt, blouse, and jacket combo that covered all the good bits yet hinted at the glory underneath and encouraged a man to envision unwrapping the delectable body hidden by the pretty packaging. Dys's brain sifted through an X-rated preview before the clearing of Lyric's throat made him rein in the steamy visual.
He met her gaze, keeping his steady and certain. She narrowed her eyes, leaving him with no doubt she'd pretty much guessed where his thoughts had been. He wouldn't apologize, but he would take care to be less obvious in the future.
Lyric straightened and went back behind the desk. "Well, Mr. Hunter, it appears you've passed the preliminary qualifications and look good on paper." She set the clipboard aside and started fussing with the tea service on the cart next to her. "Let's see how you do with a verbal interview over tea." A tray filled with hearty sandwiches appeared from the middle section appeared from an alcove and she set it out on the desk. "Would you care to join me for that or would you like to leave now?"
I'm thoroughly enjoying putting my spin on Snow White. It's fun to twist things a little and see what kind of story will appear.
That's it for this week.
Cheers!
Skye
