Cry Havoc!
And let slip the dogs of war!
...Slouching Towards Manhattan The Hour Come Round At Last
My name is Beatrice Watts.

I was born on October 25th, 1996. Like the
goddess Athena, I sprang fully formed
from the head of my mother.

My first name was chosen for me by my
mother; my surname I take from the poet
Alfred Watts. My blood and body are
duplicates of another, she who leads the
Dreamer Clan in New York City. I have
watched my prototype and her clan for a
long while, and when the time comes to
act, we need not fear them.

I lived a year and twelve days before the
birth of my siblings, and now my family is
complete. I lead this clan, under the
guidance of our mother Nancy Brown.
Soon others will recognize her greatness
and her right to rule.

It will not be long now. This summer,
our hour comes round at last.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
The falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the earth.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand!
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle;
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-- William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming

Where We Live
This place is Independence Plaza. Mother and I moved in just before my siblings were born. (We thought the name appropriate.) It is now the closest thing to a permanent home that the Nightmare Clan owns. For now.

From here we can see almost anywhere in Manhattan, and most of Brooklyn, Queens and New Jersey as well. My brother Jason finds it amusing to locate the homes of our Dreamer Clan counterparts; every so often I'm forced to remind him that until the time comes, we are not to take any action against them. He doesn't mind; the surveillance work we do now is enough to keep him entertained.

[This site is currently under heavy construction.]
My Family

Double, Double: The Nightmare Begins
This is the story of our birth.


The Dark Side of the Sun
The homepage of Nancy Brown, our mother and Creator.

Jason's Page
My brother can be something of a loose cannon. Don't let his threats bother you; it's just his way. He won't kill you against orders.


Carmen's Page
"Not as clever as I think I am," is it, sister? (low chuckling)


Petra's Page
A terrible beauty is born.

I move here always,
From quiet room to room, from wall to wall,
Searching and plotting, weaving a web of will.
This is my house; and now, perhaps, you know me.
Yet I confess, for all my best intentions,
Once more I have deceived you . . . I withhold
The one thing precious, the one dark wound that guides me,
And I have spread two snares for you, of lies.
Conrad Aiken, "Palimpsest: The Deceitful Portrait"

If you wish to contact me, there's one simple way. Wait. I'll find you by and by.

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