Even the quiet mind, even the most disciplined, hears voices of doubt, of fear, of uncertainty. Margo’s is neither. Black rain seeps into her skin, cold as icicles. It settles in that fine… Read More
Lost. This one word has become the sum of all his thoughts. Vespesian despises it. Despises the Libraryrinth with equal ferocity, maze that is it, foul conundrum, just an unplace beneath an atrocity… Read More
Bodies like machines stutter, turn, twist and, in falling, collapse to pieces under the hefted might of blades both steel and AM. But for the thud of attack to flesh and bone, the… Read More
The Paradoxicon lies in the grounds of Effingham Hall, somewhere out on the edge of SaxonBury EastMidlington, and is owned by the noble Partridge family. An old and esteemed branch of the Royal… Read More
Stuttering gunfire raddles the sea air and whips into the waves, throwing up red frosted fans of black water. The deep boom and thud of cannon fire resounds through the melee as a… Read More
Raised voices and the pound of feet upon the hill resound through the quiet forest. A rotten galaxy of hungry red eyes gleam in the sea of darkness residing within the close-clustered thrust… Read More
Beyond the veils, her daughters wrap themselves in robes woven from the dark tendrils of a malevolent power seeking escape from the farthest reaches of the ‘verse. Imalia lends them her assistance, coaxing… Read More
Solomon takes the pub with him when he leaves. The walls fading around him like smoke. The arrogant lurch of Nelbottom’s spire popping back into existence, sudden as a teenager’s erection. The persistent… Read More
The sound of guns in the distance is like the ruffian cadence of heavy rain on a tin roof. Black smoke trails in funereal banners through the clouds as, somewhere out there beyond… Read More
The enemy gathers off shore, blocking out the light with the looming ease of a thunderhead. They range the whole horizon, sea and sky. Fleets of Ghoric pirate ships, the great sweeping breadth… Read More
