Saint Joseph School

Marlowe rang the small silver bell that he kept at his right hand. Once again, the chime seemed louder than it should have. This spoke more about the uneasiness of the diners and the quiet of the room than the sharp tone.

There had been some talking, that was true enough, but it was sporadic and in ...

Within the windowless private library, the young sorcerer poured over a selection of ancient tomes and grimories. Slowly, the young man leaned back into the padded leather cushion of his chair. His eyes burned from the hours upon hours he had spent reading the small tight handwriting that seemed to ...

The flame haired young man stood amongst his guests in the Great Hall, the gathered group looked apprehensive. They had gathered into a few small clusters of those that knew one another and the few that stood apart from the group. The young mage stood apart from the group, his back to the roaring ...

Marlowe stood on the second floor loggia; the young man straightened his tie as he stared out over his property. A soft dusting of snow had fallen across the expansive grounds, the slowly falling snowflakes danced in the reflected light of the gas lamps that lined the gated drive landing softly upon ...

“It is at the end of the path.” Robert’s voice whispered into Marlowe’s ear. “It?” he inquired. The boy turned to question the man’s cryptic statement, only to find that his servant had gone. Marlowe was shaken up by the man’s behavior; Robert had raised him since his parent’s untimely demise ...

Marlowe stood at the tree line. His body cloaked from view, not by magic or mysticism, the nature shadows let him look upon the scene without intruding.

He watched his fellow students as they drank and dance with wild abandon. He saw young men and women, in public displays of affection. Couples ...

The auburn haired young man stood at the top of a wooden staircase. The oak door, which hid this flight of stairs, was located in an alcove within the home’s foyer; it’s surface designed to match the details of the surrounding wall. Tucked away from view, hidden beneath the main staircase. This ...

Marlowe’s attention was wrenched away from his morbid contemplations at the sound of the wrapping at the bedroom door. “You may enter, Robert.” He spoke loud enough to be heard by the man outside. The older man silently opened the door and made his entrance into the boy’s bedchamber. “Good morning ...

Marlowe sat in his sanctum, an abnormal green light pouring into the room through a portal that hovered above the floor. The boy sat upon the slate floor in his human guise, he gazed into that portal.

He watched stoically as he saw a mother defend her children with a rifle as the creatures menaced ...

As the young sorcerer lay pondering his mortality and the tortures that he would face in the next life, the vibrant smells and sound of activity were eminating from the kitchen in the rear of the house.

Peppers and onions danced and sizzled in the cast iron pan as it sat upon the old gas range as ...

Marlowe lay awake in his large canopy bed. The heavy red velvet drapes were pulled shut to protect him from the early morning light. He had slept perhaps an hour last night after communing with his father’s disembodied spirit, the communication allowed the young man to tap into his father’s superior ...

The nineteenth century Jerome Grandfather clock struck four, as Marlowe rose from his knees. The candles he had lit more than four hours previous were now clinging to the last of their wicks, glowing embers lying in pools of harden wax.

With a few arcane words spoken softly, the boy stepped outside ...

The dim light of a dozen candles set at floor level, the only light pushing back the darkness that surrounded the boy kneeling on the deep burgundy carpet. The overbearing smell of incense would have choked anyone not dulled to its powerful scent, as the young acolyte was. Marlowe rested on his ...

Good day Ekaterina! Finally, a proper welcome to Saint Joseph's. I do hope you are fiding our campus to your enjoyment.