Rip Rip Rip

Ah, the perils of ripping one's CD collection. I have no idea what some of these CDs sound like. The Nudes? I must have bought that for a reason. The Rentals? The CD case gives me no clue at all. Once upon a time, the Tower listening stations were my bane.

Revolutionary Boy Niccolo

Niccolo's eyes danced. Two dimples appeared. He turned his hand. Later, Gregorio would think back on the sigil he saw upon Niccolo's ring, and regret his early lack of understanding; but now, he only looked upon the rose and frowned uncomprehendingly.