Frowning, the craftsman led them out of the gallery to a large workroom below, filled with tools, wheels and blazing red kilns. Unlocking a wooden door at the back, he revealed a small, cold chamber which at first glance resembled a storeroom. Rows of sculpted limbs and other body parts lined the walls in various

“This is the place?” Drawing up beside his incredulous half-brother, Sesshoumaru glanced around at the hovel before them in similar skepticism. Set back against the craggy mountainside, a dilapidated wooden shack loomed ahead, its gaping entrance partially concealed by a patchwork of tattered door curtains. In the wide dirt yard before it, several overlarge boars

Inuyasha became unusually subdued as they drew to a stop before Kagome’s chamber. Sesshoumaru suspected the scents emanating from within to be the cause, and in hindsight, he should himself have been better prepared for what would transpire when his half-brother crossed that threshold and beheld her at last. Sango, Miroku and Kirara were absent—no

Sesshoumaru soared through the night sky in his true inuyoukai form. In a wide sweeping arc he circled the vast breadth of his dominion, the miles upon miles blurring away beneath the extensive length of his strides. Glittering vapor billowed from his massive jaws, his powerful forelimbs lunging ahead, his mighty hind legs propelling him

When Sesshoumaru returned to Kagome’s sickroom, he saw that her friends were still at their vigil. Seated now beside the slouching monk, the taijiya leaned against him, her red-rimmed eyes heavy-lidded as she clasped the trailing edge of the bedsheet between her bloodless fingers. Curled in her lap, Kirara raised her bleary gaze to Sesshoumaru’s

Sesshoumaru’s claws curled to loose fists at his sides, his gaze slanting sharply toward a pond nearby. “Jakken—show yourself.” On the far side of an arched ruby bridge, the nintoujou jutted shakily above the pale crest of a boulder. A few crystalline pebbles skittered into the pool, the reflective surface rippling as the imp scurried

WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK   Outside in the central courtyard, Sesshoumaru drew in a clarifying breath, his boots crunching lightly over the shimmering shell gravel as he approached the Lady of the Western Lands. Her back to him, Inukimi waited beneath the swaying emerald boughs of a willow tree, her form as still