Their most Imperial Majesties, King Mandor and Queen Hera are pleased to announce the following honours in their New Year’s List:

Knight Commander, Order of the Dragon of Thelbane:

Princess Anabelle of Arden, Duchess of Bayle
Lord Leonard Taylor
Elena Norris
Duchess Liz-Beth Johnson of Discordia
Countess Ylva Hendrake

Grand Commander, Order of the Dragon of Thelbane:

Graf Jorge von Klieburg
Archduchess Lydia Lee Reynard of Discordia
Lord Jonathan of Animus
Devon Michaels
Viscount Allister Edward Baldur Montague
Lady Jade Fang

Hell-General Lord Harold Hendrake, Principal Private Secretary to their Imperial Majesties Queen Hera and King Mandor, Monarchs of the Dragon Throne of Thelbane

King Random is pleased to announce the following Honours for services rendered to the Crown and State of Amber, above and beyond any normal call of duty:

The following persons are conferred as Knight Commander of the Order of the Unicorn:

Guardian Alice Cooper Smith
Sophia Dragan
Sergei Koskov
Princess Anabelle of Arden, Duchess of Bayle
Archduke Victor of Victarion
Archduchess Lydia Lee of Discordia
Viscount Allister Edward Baldur Montague
Lord Leonard Taylor
Lady Mathilda Leon-Kole
Graf Jorge von Klieburg
Freiherr Artur Acker
Elena Norris
Chris Jose Tomas Sampio Brown
Mieke Jansen (posthumously)
Raymond LeVoy
Damiana
Seamus O’Tay
Henri Gabriel De Lange

The following persons are conferred as Grand Commander of the Order of the Unicorn:

Lord Jonathan of Animus
Dorothy Johnson
Devon Michaels
Lady Jade Fang

These Honours will be invested at such times as is next most convenient, by His Majesty the King, in Amber Palace.

Princess Florimel, Mistress of State of Amber.

“There is a Trump communication coming in, Goddess.”

“Who is it, my dear?”

“It would appear to be your Downside lodger.”

“You’d better allow it through then, I suppose.” The goddess reclined in her throne-like command chair, and spoke to the Trump image of a somewhat gnome-like old man. “Why are you disturbing my day? I thought our deal was that I would let you put your shit in my basement if you were not seen and not heard? Come to that, how are you making this call?”

“There may have been a TFU.” said the older man.

“Are we talking tiny foul up or total fuck up? What have you broken?”

“Well, let me see. I had some unexpected visitors drop in from the second road, and we had a nice chat. But when they left again, that thing you have to keep killing every time you come home managed to get itself pulled along with their lifelines, and it followed them out.”

“Well, I guess that’s a real shame. If it’s got out, then I guess that means I can drop by and get the place dusted off and tidied up without having to deal with it.”

“Err Yes. Well.” the old man paused. “I think you might want to do something, certainly. Because the sun has started going out.”

“What!”

“You know, that black sun that sits up in the sky here, casting about as much light as an asthmatic candle and raising the temperature up to about minus 30 celsius. Well right now, its about minus 60 celsius, and it was so dark that I wouldn’t have been able to see to make this call from there without some magic.”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!!!”

“Me? I didn’t do anything.” said the old man, with a face the picture of innocence. “More apropos might be, ‘What did they do?'”

“What did they do then?” said the goddess, as anger started to consume her.

“Well, from the feel of things, one way or another, it would appear that they fixed Tir’na-Nogth. But I suspect that’s not important for you right now.”

“Goddess!” said the demoness standing beside her.

“What now?!”

“Shadow storm rapidly approaching. Category 5 world-wrecker.”

“Crap in a fucking space suit! Dial up Per Hathor and get us out of here!”

“As you command, goddess.”

Looking back to the Trump image that had stayed in the corner of her eye, the goddess said “I think you’ve outstayed you welcome old man. Get your shit out of there and be gone by the time I get back. It would appear there is a mess I have to clear up, and even if you’re right that it was nothing of your doing, it wouldn’t have been my mess if you weren’t hiding out down in my basement. So it would be good if I didn’t see you again for a century or so. Do we understand each other?”

“Don’t you be worrying. I’m out of there. Oh, by the way? It’s not completely impossible that Fiona might have figured out I was down there. #Just-sayin.”

“ARGHHH!” was herd as the Trump call ended.

It is with great sadness that the Court of the Dragon Throne mourns the passing of the Archduchess Seraphina Hendrake-Jesby, and with her the passing of her House.

The circumstances of these events are unclear at this time, and a full investigation is in process. However, it would appear that under the cover of the noise from recent events in Amber, a stealth attack of some kind was launched against Jesbyways, and this attack resulted in the complete destruction of the Ways, and the loss of all souls and assets therein.

At this time, there is now a second Abyss hole in Thelbane, on the site of the former Jesbyways. It is not yet clear exactly where this hole appears in the Abyss, but initial investigations would seem to indicate that it is not in the Abyss Realm of Queen Cymnea.

There is every expectation that there will be further Shadow Storms as a result of this cataclysm. Creation is warned to beware and batton down that hatches once again.

Hell-General Lord Harold Hendrake, Secretary to Their Majesties King Mandor and Queen Hera.