Recent content by Joseph Meier

"No. Klaus was always in love with my wife." Joseph sighed heavily. "Klaus is the father of the man I seek, and him being in charge of the body worries me. It usually means something has happened, and Rheinhard is too weak to fight him off. Either that, or everyone has woken up again with me...

Joseph picked his way carefully through the brush behind Feekna, watching as she pointed out a particular circle of animal bones. He sniffed at it, but made sure to leave a wide berth. Some fae liked to collect things, and he wasn’t looking forward to becoming the prized jewel on a hag’s...

Joseph picked his way through the underbrush with ease. He’d visited Volker’s territory many times before, and it always had an uneven quality about it. A wildness and darkness that even the brightest summers couldn’t fully embrace. Surely the sight of the same type of forest meant they were...

“Quite the opposite. The murderer is the man we’re looking for. Or at least, the one currently in the driver’s seat.” Joseph drained his glass and set it on the front desk. “Six hundred and change men in your head, you have to let them out for a little vacation every once in a while or you look...

After a few hours, a plaintive little knock sounded on Auntie Feekna’s room. A little brown Sphinx bowed. “Ma’am, Lord Meier awaits you downstairs.” She said lightly, and sprang away down the hallway. Joseph was settled at the front desk, flipping through the guestbook, another drink at his...

Joseph eyed the hag. She could find Volker for him. The question was whether the man wanted to help him kill his ex-wife or not. Or whether the hag would survive an encounter with a man built for killing Fae. Joseph had to admit, Oor had been a bastard but a bastard with one hell of a gift for...

“There’s wrong…and then there’s as damaged as I am.” Joseph said quietly. Reinhard Volker. The pit dog of the Autumn Court. Enslaved to a wraith, every sire, grandsire, and great grand sire crammed into his skull like the world’s worst family reunion. Volker had left his side for the same reason...

Joseph laughed. Oh, how a man’s attitude shifted the moment he was confronted with a pretty face! The musical, feminine laugh that broke from his lips was not at all like the cold, bitter chuckling of his true form. No, this one was practically invented to take a man’s guard down. He smiled and...

A newcomer? “Clearly.” Joseph chuckled. He downed the whiskey like it were water, and after so many years of alcoholism it might as well have been. Joseph kept himself clean, and there wasn’t the usual stench of sour booze that permeated the air around most human drunks. No, Joseph was a...

"That court robbed me of the last years of my family's lives. I watched them grow old and die around me. Six brothers, a mother, all withered away by age while I stay...this." Joseph growled. "Mab had the chance to stop my wife and she didn't. Fell is now stuck in the Autumn Court, not alive...

Joseph fixed her with a look. "It's my anniversary. God rest Fell Amsel...may she burn in misery, wherever she is." Joseph raised his glass to an imaginary woman, and drank deeply. He looked down into his glass, thinking. He had loved Fell, so, so deeply. They had children together...never mind...

Joseph fixed her with a look. What did she want from him? She probably knew who he was. Anyone with half a brain knew about the limping, short, rather ugly mess of a creature he was. Joseph wasn’t the tall, willowy creature people envisioned High Lords to be. He carried no weapon except the...

The bartender set an unopened bottle in front of Joseph, clearly ready to let the man babysit himself while he served the hags. Sphinxes appeared out of little doors near heating grates and hallways, subtle little passageways meant for people the size of house cats that ensured a servant was...

“Ma’am?” Kitty looked up from her accounting. The Sphinx wasn’t a large creature, about the size of a housecat, but the elegant human face emerging from a ruff of white fur had a commanding air. She was the proprietor of the finest cat house at the edge of the fae woods…that just happened to be...

Joseph eyed the young man down the bar from him. Young. Pretty. Stupid. He was a dime a dozen in Floiland. Young mercenaries were always trying their luck in small bars and taverns like this one, drumming up business between rented rooms and the road. What was it like to be that young, that...