The Collector Novels & Stories

Fenris stood beside me, tall and protective, as we questioned him. “Speak!” Fenris ordered. The spy laughed weakly at first, but when Fenris stepped closer, the fear on his face hit across his eyes. He finally broke. “The Collector spoke with Alpha Justin already. He offered him a very strong, old object. It is something that can give him great energy again. All Justin has to do is deliver Elara… the Queen Luna… to him.” My heart froze. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “Who is this Collector?” I asked, my voice nearly lowered to a whisper.

Ugh. He was excited at my reaction to his entryway. He really was passionate about the medieval times which is why he placed his collection in his entryway. It's the first place anyone sees and the only place most see. But it's what he wants them to see. I was truly impressed, his collection was beautiful.

A scarf that costs more than Finn’s term fees. A limited-edition trunk catches my eye. “Do people actually use this?” I ask. The associate laughs. “Very rarely. Mostly decorative. Some collectors—” “I’ll take it.” There’s a flicker of something in his eyes. Uncertainty. Maybe concern. Maybe commission. I don’t care.

The realisation of the pose hit Abegail like a strike of lightning. Kolester's elk. She had been Kolester's elk the day Fernand had died. And it wasn't her, for her own sake, that Kolester wanted to possess. He just wanted to conquer. And he had done exactly the same thing with her son—just to conquer. It was all in his books. It was the centrepiece of the book she herself had typed again and again, the title changing, but the message never varying, just as Kolester's readers liked it. And she hadn't seen it. Only the capturing of a moment in time in a black-and-white photograph told the unfettered truth. A photograph of Kolester was kept on his nightstand. The audacity of it. The cruelty. W