Phoenix Maplewood go in flames, meet in flames - we'll find in flames just who's to blame

this old crone had lived long enough to recognize whatever ill omens were in store had only just begun. the first tremor to rumble beneath her feet had happened nearly a week ago -- and yet, already the landscape had been rid of many of its denizens.

this was bad news for caiaphas, who was already lean with tired and dulling starvation. cursing whatever leviathans breathed in the deeps and had decided to waken, caiaphas braced as yet another rumble rolled out -- this time rattling her to her bones.

once the spasm underfoot had resided, caiaphas looked darkly out into the maplewood. birds had long since left their roosts, and nary a mouse dared poke its head out to slate her endless hungery.