“The science which teacheth arts and handicrafts is merely science for the gaining of a living; but the science which teacheth men deliverance from worldly existence, is not that the true science?”
January 3rd, 2007
"LAUREN! You have been promoted!"
Even by the standards of most meetings with Vincent Moon, this was an odd one. It took place in a disused Tesco supermarket, not long after the very last of the employees had cleaned up and left. Lauren had recieved an email to be here and be here promptly, as Moon has, in his own, very distinctive writing style, informed her that he had "...A Plan!" This promised to be dramatic and quite possibly life-threatening.
"Also." Moon said, picking up box of gum and unwrapping it, sniffing one of the sticks. "Which dimwit puts butylated hydroxyanisole into a stick of gum. The stuff will kill you. I've a buddy in California who was on the research committee for that, he sent me a sample of the report."
Moon was dressed, this evening, in a brown, worsted suit, complete with a trilby hat. By Moon standards, this was almost normal, and it was without a doubt that Sophie had been involved in the selection of this outfit somehow. (On one or two notable occasions, Lauren had heard Sophie arrange a break-in into Moon's private dresser at one of his many havens and replace the hippie-ceremonial magician clothing with something more respectable.) Of course, the effect was rather lessened when Moon took off the trilby at one point to scratch his head, and Lauren saw that it was lined on the inside with tinfoil.
"Where was I..." Moon said, still puzzling over chemical composition of a stick of gum. "Seriously, you can replace this with α-Tocopherol and get the same effect. Right, sorry, anyway, I talked to the Lady of London last night." -- The Lady of London, Elizabeth Sheridan, was the ruler of the vampires of London, a much younger vampire than Moon, but far more influential and politically savvy -- "And she owes me a favor for the Dandy Dog incident, so you've got a temporary promotion."
"For a period of 72 hours, starting at dusk a few hours ago, you've been promoted to Herald!" Moon grinned, and Lauren could see his thin, viperish fangs. "You're an ambassador to the wizard's Consilium of London. Fun, huh?"