“I’m Saint George,” he said, leaning on his sword and looking extremely handsome. But I wasn’t fooled. “You’re a Saint?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. His grin never faltered. “Of course. Don’t I look heavenly to you?”

They say the black veil is death. They lie. Behind the black veil lie the truth, the future, and the past. And only Trixie can go there and come out alive. But will Harry let her slip away? And does he really have a choice?

COMPLETE. This story takes place after The Chronicles of Riddick. Riddick continues to unravel his past and discover who he really is. Someone else is growing into herself as well. Rated T to be safe for language and violence. First fic, please review.

Rafer and Merle have hated each other since the moment they laid eyes on the other but with a war threating to keep them apart forever they might discover that there is a very thin line between hate and love. Throw in a fairygodfather and an unicorn and t