[She awoke slowly, and when her consciousness was at the surface her eyes snapped open. She sat up, not rushed, but most definitely with a sense of urgency.

This was not her bed. This was not her room. And the person laying beside her was most assuredly not her cat. She wasn't one to overindulge, so how had she been transported to such unfamiliar surroundings?

She cast off the covers and stood, crossing around the bed to the side her uninvited bed partner slept on. Her elegant pale blue nightgown fell to just above her mid-thigh, as she crossed her arms and looked down at the sleeping woman.]

Wake up.

So... I guess I'm off to China after Labor Day.

...damn, but I wish I knew someone who knew some fucking Chinese. I get the feeling my pocket dictionary ain't gonna help worth shit.

Evening, Ms. Morgenstern. It's been awhile since we've spoken.

Those who intend to travel to Ireland make yourselves known here. Summer is drawing to a close and that does have an effect on availability. Sooner is preferable to later.

Hello, Godlings. Have you all been playing nicely together? I do hope so. You'll need to.

You've done well otherwise so far. Finding your lost treasures. But those won't be enough. There is more to find.

[Filter: Celts]
A secret has been lost in Eire, and it sings where the living voices went silent.

[Filter: Egyptians]
Once your blood ran through the veins of kings, and their power remains there buried. Find it, and it is yours again.

[Filter: Greeks]
Westward where the son of Troy, and the children of Venus and Mars brought forth their power, a piece remains.

[Filter: Hindu]
Far in the East, near where warriors come forth from the earth, a touch of power remains. Its music can make you dance again.

[Filter: Judeo-Christians]
You must seek the song in the wilderness again to find the lost power, far to the Devil's own continent.

[Filter: Norse]
The mountains hold secrets again, high in the clouds, but you must go south to seek the power that was lost. It sings in the shadow of the lost city.

[/filters]

Remember. You must strike while the time is hot. Let it grow cool, and it may slip through your fingers.

Okay, so, everyone who got a strange visitor lately... Show of hands? Tell me it wasn't just me?

The wards are removed from the book. I thought you all would like to be informed.

However, I cannot read it, as I suspected. Ogma, I want to put this book in your hands immediately. It is nearly June. I assume you are available.

Mr Maddox,

My mother has obligated me to send you her regards, and hopes your father and mother are well.

Wonderful. Just when I thought that they were going to try and get back to important issues... A bill is being proposed now that would require all of us to register ourselves as godlings. With our names, addresses, and powers. So the entire world would know who we are, where we live and what we can do.

I promise, I'm doing what I can to fight it.

Well, this is certainly not how I saw my day going. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate a joke, but when it hinders my job it becomes..irritating. So could someone kindly explain what is going on here?