Rising Storm, Artemis Nightshade [best fiction novels .TXT] 📗

List of Characters-


Boys:

Bartholomew S. Lushington


Claude Drassilis Meacle Jr


Ian Scott Lenihan Jr.


Mordecai Darby Kilkealy III


Aristocratic

Lord A. Purchase Lenihan


Archduke Israel Geannon Glaister III


Grand Duke Daniel N. Meacle


Marquis Julian Chiffchaff Alexander III


Sir Maxwell M. Friars Esq.


Viscount Micajah M. Fallion


Professors

Prof. Dr. August Whooperswan Minton Esq.


Dr. Coote Tolerton Kernaghan


Inquisitor Nate M. Gravel


Detectives

Inspector Newton C. Lushington


Detective William M. Baxter


Priests:

Father Zachariah Gyrfalcon Hewitson


Brother Alaric McLane Wickes


Women:

Aristocrats:

Archduchess Hannah Romesey Gilchrist


Viscountess E. Bolan Vorherr


Marquess Isabel Drennan Morrison


Lady Agatha Odell Lenihan


Lady Bess C. Henan


Crown Princess Bridget Thorne Bryant


Priestess:

Mother Superior Nettie Godard Beel


Sister Beth Rigny Fearnan


Sister Hope Hille Merrit


Commoner

Gillian Bickersdyke Scarborough


Deryn (Dylan Falkner) Gravel


Geneve Beck Kirvan


Evangeline S. Maxwell


Detective

Detective Cynthia Rinn Fleming



Military

Captain Susan De Chigwell Grinnen III


Lt. Commander F. Exton Paris


Professor

Professor Minerva Flattery Tiquin II

"Bartholomew S. Lushington." The announcer called out as my mother placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and then gently pushed me towards the stage where tha announcer, Military Captains, and the Aristocratic men are.

When I finally approached the side of the stage, I walk up the few steps of stairs to face the people on stage close. My father, Inspector Newton C. Lushington was there, his eyes filled with both concern, prodness, and worry.

"Do not worry father, I will be alright." I explain as he embrace each other then forced ourselves to let go when Viscount Micajah M. Fallion cleared his throat impaitentaly. I walk over to the Military Sergant, Claude Drassilis Meade Sr. and took the scroll from his out reached hand.

The announcer then accounced each boy on and on to come and recieve his scroll, some were my friends or relatives. The last person he announced was a boy named Dylan Falkner. Mutters and whispers start coming out from people's mouths. "Dylan Falkner? Never heard of him? When did he come? Do you know who he is?"

All these questions, I felt sorry for him but he held his head up high and took his scroll as if that was the only thing he cared about. He stopped for a split second, tunred his head and smiled at me. I smiled back as he goes to sit down behind me.
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"Rise." The announcer commands as we rose from our seats as respect to our King, his queen, and crown princess.

Publication Date: 01-12-2012

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