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The Saga of Sweetangel – Part 7


Enjoy a bit more Sweetangel while I languish on mobile broadband!


It did her no good in the end,

For Turtle was quite upset by her lies,

And kicked the blunderkiss from her hand.

“What have you done with my sister?”

“Is Sweetangel not to blame after all?”

Poor Turtle needed to understand.


“Don’t be a fool!” said Mrs Pearl,

“There is no such creature as Sweetangel,”

“It’s a tale made to cover the truth,”

“Folks go missing in Saltpetre,”

“Good people are preyed upon most of all,”

“But the rest find it all too uncouth.”


“Sweetangel took my friend,” they say,

“It spirited away by poor brother,”

“But the fact is that people just go.”

“That’s just the hunger of cities,”

“That’s the treachery in the hearts of men,”

“Fear each other, not Sweetangel, no.”


“Answer her question,” said Longthorn,

“If people are to blame for our lost ones,”

“Then at least our wrath has a target.”

He checked on Poulter as he spoke,

Amazed to find that his partner yet lived,

Just one breath away from a casket.


“We see many urchins,” said Pearl,

“The electrum quarter is full of them,”

“With no one to notice them missing.”

“A man gives me ten pounds for each,”

“That I rescue from begging and starving,”

“And deliver to him for digging.”


“Digging?” asked Longthorn, quite relieved,

As some cases had much fouler endings,

That might have broken young Turtle’s heart.

“In the lodeshell mines,” Pearl confessed,

“The little ones are best for small spaces,”

“Cross Alley is the place you should start.”



The Saga of Sweetangel – Part 6

Hey Ya!

More of the same!

Excuse me- enjoying my day off 🙂


She aimed the gun at Poulter’s chest,

“Now I gone and said something I shouldn’t,”

“How much coin to make you go away?”

“We’ve been hired to find the lost girl,”

“And cannot end our contract,” said Poulter,

“Not until you confess your foul play.”


Mrs Pearl made no more protest,

Instead she fired her pistol at Poulter,

With a bright blue spark from the lodeshell.

The round bullet flew straight and true,

Hitting the detective square in the heart,

And so that was how old Poulter fell.


Longthorn was made for such moments,

Without hesitation he charged at her,

Even as she swapped pistol for blade.

He launched a fist at her fair face,

Too fast for her to stop him with her knife,

And she knew that she aught be afraid.


He hit her once and then once more,

He twisted the knife from her grip with ease,

Then Longthorn threw the proud woman down.

But she had one more gun hidden,

A lady’s blunderkiss in her apron,

Which she drew with a snarl and a frown.


The Saga of Sweetangel – Part 5

Yeah, more Sweetangel!

Also do let’s watch Let’s Dance for Comic Relief folks 🙂


Longthorn cleared his throat politely,

“Good woman, have you seen a Karkar girl?”

He asked over the din of machines.

“I seen a good many” said Pearl,

“Dirtlings of every kind come around here,”

“Detectives, beggars, shaman and queens.”


“The girl is but small,” said Poulter,

“Twin of this urchin you see before you,”

“Who fears she was taken… by something.”

Mrs Pearl regarded Turtle,

“I’m sorry, but I recall no such girl,”

“No doubt Sweetangel took the lostling.”


Well Turtle’s eyes grew wide with fear,

“What do you know about dire Sweetangel?”

“The taken ones must end up somewhere.”

“They go the sea,” she replied,

“Where everything lost and unwanted goes,”

“Leave me in peace and search for Frog there.”


She instantly knew she’d slipped up,

And the detectives noticed her mistake:

“No name passed our lips,” accused Poulter.

She raised up a lode-lock pistol,

Hidden among the tools on her workbench,

As her façade began to falter.