An abandoned house on the edge of town Seacouver “This is it,” Richie informed them grimly, pointing to the empty building on their left. It was a large Victorian manor and run down enough to bear a striking resemblance to … Continue reading →

Duncan’s loft two hours later Methos sat up gasping for the eighth or ninth time that night, bringing his hands to his face. “God, I hate that part! Even after five thousand years, it’s still a pain in the ass.” … Continue reading →

MacLeod’s loft that night “Have a beer, Richie?” Adam asked as the younger Immortal wandered in from Duncan’s bedroom several hours later. Richie apparently kept an emergency change of clothes at the loft, because the bloody shirt he’d been wearing … Continue reading →

Location Unknown somewhere in Seacouver It had been a very long night. Richie groaned again softly, rolling his head from side to side since his neck was still sore from the last time Divia had killed him. Which she’d done … Continue reading →

location unknown somewhere in Seacouver Richie groaned as awareness flooded back to him. The unpleasant fact that he was handcuffed standing up to a thick metal pipe in the middle of an empty room quickly dismissed his initial relief that … Continue reading →

the streets of Seacouver, Washington Someday he was going to have to find a job somewhere other than at the Dojo, Richie Ryan mused as he steered his motorcycle home from work through the dark streets of Seacouver. As much … Continue reading →