Quetzalcoatl's Nest Booking の小説・ストーリー

Four chairs were already occupied. Coyote (still in his zoot suit) lounged sideways in one, boots on the table, dealing cards that flickered between paper and living flame. Across from him sat a woman made of storm clouds and galaxies, eyes like colliding nebulae (Raven, older than stories, trickster of the North). To her left: an enormous serpent whose scales were every color that ever hurt to look at (Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered One, wearing a smile that tasted like sunrise).

I explained. “You have us however you need us. We will do everything we can to help you fight,” Mateo said. That was good to hear because the next will be the biggest thing for them to wrap their heads around. They were doing really well so far. Hopefully, that would continue. “And that is why we knew we could count on you. The next thing we will explain is the biggest. It must stay between us for now until the council is taken care of properly. The prophecy mentions us as the Enchanted Dezentrae. Kenzie’s and my marks are not the typical ones,” I explained before we both exposed our marks for them to see.

“Seems like our grand entrance is received rather well for someone who said they wanted to travel alone for awhile. How you doing?” “You don’t have to point that fact out, you know?” Kazal weakly chuckled as he muttered. “I’m good. Pretty idle during the daytime, but the nightime are busy with night elves trading for goods.” Vera offered a handshake, which Kazal accepted. While shaking hands, Vera said, “Apart from wanting to say that it’s a crazy and an amazing work mingling with the night elves, I sincerely hope that you could return to Briggs. Your company needs you.”

He stepped forward with both hands extended as if welcoming old friends. “We are delighted to host you at Coral Vista. May I confirm the reservation under a Mr. Jamie? I believe that’s you?” Jamie stepped forward proudly, “That’s me. But these are my two queens. Don’t be fooled by the name.” “And I am Tessa” Tessa said. “Camila…” Camila spoke up abruptly. Olivier gave a warm laugh. “Excellent. You all are booked for three ‘Sunset Premier Suites’—ocean views, private balconies, en-suite jacuzzis, and breakfast included. Is that correct?”

The third floor was a distance from the first floor, and it was also soundproof, so from the second floor, he couldn't hear the noise downstairs. Quetzal was a regular customer of ONE; he didn't need to look to know where T1 was. he walked up and knocked on the door twice: "I'm coming in, Bucky." After speaking, he pushed the door open and entered. Pushing open the door of the private room, Quetzal saw the wine on the table, and immediately became happy: "Impossible, this matter of drinking to relieve sadness should not appear on you."

Hazel stood to my right, her fingers tracing the lines of the map, while Quincy Otto lingered near the edge of the room, flipping through an ancient, tattered book. “They’ll take him here,” Quincy said finally, pointing to a spot on the map marked with jagged peaks. “The Temple of the Veil. It’s where the cult conducts its most powerful rituals. If they mean to turn Rook into the Alpha of Shadows, they’ll need the temple’s energy to do it.” Oswald’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Then we’ll go there and get him out.”

With her computer hacking skills, she’d been the one cooking up the distractions in the pace while X got me out of there. Spitfire told me about the counter-coup meeting in Tenochtitlan. ‘Tenochtitlan’ had been the original name of Mexico City under the Aztecs before Cortes conquered it. So, Tenochtitlan is the name of Mexico City’s secret underground version of itself. With large parts of Mexico being third world status and with the nation’s government compromised by the controlling influence of the drug cartels, Mexico isn’t a big player in the New World Order and its underground breakaway society. Tenochtitlan is the only DUMB city that it has, and more people go through it in transit, be

Taalook boomed, waving his huge claw dismissively. “Visitor Rex and esteemed company,” the thin crazak said, pressing its two upper-clawed fingers to his forehead. “I am Paool, one of the head zetas. Our queen has asked me to relay her rules while residing inside of her nest before entering. Do not worry, I will take up too much of your time or hers. Your weapons have been allowed to defend yourself should you be officially challenged, or attacked unprovoked by a small who has yet to receive the voice. Your meals will be brought to your domicile at specific times to be consumed only there, should she request you elsewhere, it will be brought to you personally. You may not venture around the

That's when I knew something was seriously wrong. As soon as I began to show I was moved here to a weird temple with Aztec writtings and markings. I only knew that it was Aztec from the strange woman who tended to me. She called herself a tlamatlquiticitl apparently a word that in ancient language meant woman and healer combined. She did strange rituals over and over around me praying to gods I didn't know. The name she chanted and mumbled was Tlazolteotl who she informed me was the Aztec goddess associated with childbirth and purification. Her name was Izel and I simply called her by that when I needed help or when we briefly chatted, but there was nothing warm about her. She was dressed in