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Everybody needs somebody.
Everybody needs someone.
Everyone will need somebody.
You're not the only one.
There are some places you go when you cannot rest.
When you lose the one you love.
They say your soul crosses over to the other side. What comes back is a shadow.
What comes back cannot be bought or sold. It cannot be burned or drowned.
But he came back for love. For vengeance.
And she gave him the last gold coin.
JW. Blood of The Raven King.
New Chapter Coming Sunday.
There’s no going back. Ever.
They never doubted he was coming. Like the rain deep in the night. A storm. To swallow them whole.
JW. Blood of The Raven King.
Act Two. Coming Soon.
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Dropped in blood like Cain dropped Abel.
And they said to him, you need never leave this place to see mortality like ours. Like theirs. Like us. Like you.
But he heard her calling through the glass plane of the mirror to the lands of the Raven King. Where magic is dead. Where memories go to die.
They didn't want him there. But she paid her gold coins in advance and bound them in blood.
Blood dropped, like Cain dropped Abel.
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Judeth Clayton: Queen, Disrupted
Don’t Tear Away From Me
I Need You to Hold On To
How Can This Mean Anything To Me?
When All You Do Is Keep Bleeding Through
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My history is written in Blood & Gold
I am Judeth Clayton; Queen, Interrupted
I am Judeth Clayton; Queen, Disrupted
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Only The Finest Will Reign
Welcome to ‘Reign’ - Underworld of Sin.
House Rules Apply.
Guns at the Door.
Along with your Inhibitions.
And your blood money bullshit.
We’re not interested in your dramas. Your grudges, your family feuds are mute. You come here to party. Heels, Designer Dresses... And your Finest Suit. We want you dripping in Diamonds. We want you dripping in Gold. Right here’s where we want you. Get a drink, get bought, get sold.
Ladies on the dance floor. Burlesque and poles. Gents grab those girls, back to back, grind ‘em souls.
We come here to dance. Drop our guns and sing. We come here to party. Forget everything.
‘Coz the streets are dirty. The bullets and bombs.
But when we come to party. We’re writing new Psalms.
ONLY THE FINEST WILL ‘REIGN’
Judeth Clayton: Blood & Gold
Thirteen Beside the Queen.
And now she’s a broken mask in the Halls of Hell.
The Gods themselves will hold you down.
One last shot, two souls to sell.
Betrayed the cause for Love.
Rose to take the Throne.
Burned them all in revolution.
Fallen back to stone.
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John Wick: Rebellion
When you left me, I left I this world.
Buried under cement and stone.
They dragged me back into this moment.
And forced my hand to be disowned.
Now I am again risen.
Vengeance is once more my name.
I am the Bird of Hermes.
Eating my wings to make me tame.
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Medusa Risen || Vivere Camorra
“I watched her through glass. A slender white snake. Her eyes so green. Her scales so pure. And I thought to myself, ‘I want to pull her out of that world, hold her in my hands.’ She sank in her fangs... I should have cut her throat.”
The Continental London
“For every shadow Her Grace did cast,
We saluted Her in the streets and in our homes.
Right from the beginning, we scattered flowers
Said our prayers, wrote our tomes.
There were Thirteen in her Court
She gathered thousands to spare.
And in the face of revolution
She was always there.
We are London
So she said
Her Grace is proud and true
We are London
And on this hour
We are here for you.”
Sir Jeremy: A proper gentleman, esquire’s esquire, a dozen titles or more. Managed by the Queen but not the one in Buckingham Palace. Owns the finest Hotel in the city, if not in England. Countless thousands stay in his rooms. He cares for them all. But they don’t know the truth. What’s hidden beneath the stairs, behind the doors, in the bowels of the Underground where he is King. And he says to the world, “My dear people - We are London.”
Sir Sable: Clever man. They say he moves like a shark in blooded water. The fog still clings to him. They speak his name in Absinthe Bars and Gambling Houses over cards and coffee cups. He can tell you everything about anything in London. He has friends who would amaze you. He knows a bloke, that knows a bloke that sold that car for that coin that likely saved your sister’s life. You should make him your friend too, is everyone’s advice. There’s something sharp about his eyes.
And he says to the world, “My dear people - We are London.”