Who, What, Where, When & How.
We ask these all the time,
But do YOU know?
Do you, truly?
If you do, turn around...
But if you don’t,
Let me help you think.
Have you ever wanted to float?
Well let me tell you rhythm will tell you what to do.
Stay …Posted 1 year ago
The fading splash cleared, revealing forces locked in combat across land and sea. Mornington saw two cruisers come past, cutting through the waves with majestic authority at flank speed, loosing a six-inch salvo at a target lost in smoke and distance. Fur…Posted 1 year ago
In complete silence they walked ahead to a watertight door a short distance ahead, of the type commonly seen on ships. It was worn, textured, maintained - solid graspable reality in stark contrast to the otherness that surrounded them.
Silvertown twisted…Posted 1 year ago
Silvertown, keeping a firm grip on her medallion, stepped up to the door and pulled on a handle that wasn't there. Except that it was, and it wasn't - when looked at directly it was there as if unnoticed until then.
She swung the …Posted 1 year ago
It was enough. Beckton knew what to do and how to get there - or rather, he had a feeling that he would know when it mattered. For now, he needed a door that matched a certain set of parameters.
There was a delicate clink, from somewhere close by, as if …Posted 1 year ago
Beckton thought about it for a moment, but the Commandant had been very clear about the importance of the Newkirk mission. It wasn't like there were any alternatives - he found himself nodding solemnly, even as he wondered whether there was any point nego…Posted 1 year ago
I'm trying to care less about what other people think of me: trying not to perpetually perform for an imagined audience, trying to forget all the invisible eyes on me.
4am in the dark lair of my study, two locked doors between my face and the world...
…Posted 1 year ago
To dream such dreams,
to banish despair with the conjured light of face and form,
drawn perfectly from decades ago--
such is the magic of faerie wings and moon beams.
In that twisting and infinite moment,
perhaps a reflection of what was in another time …Posted 1 year ago
Malika looked to the holy man.
"What say you, Reliath?" she asked. "Why didn't the greater dead destroy us, as Morduth suggests?"
Orthael thought for several long moments. "I cannot say for sure," he replied. "But perhaps, while the creature is more g…Posted 1 year ago
The name given to the ship of Gwen and Bass is The Sound of Silence. In drawing the picture, I took inspiration from the Simon and Garfunkel song, and from the story of Sleepless Domain
The Inner Barrier is from the night that Alchemical met the ele…Posted 1 year ago
Malika barked a derisive laugh. "If by 'grounded' you mean, did it feel more real than the lesser deathless we cut down? Then yes. Yes, it did." She reached up and pointedly rubbed at her shoulder again, even though the ache was barely there. "I don't kno…Posted 1 year ago
As was his custom, Orthael watched the life of Trien go about before him while he thought about Malika's questions. The baker haggled with a farmer for a box of vegetables, a thatcher pushed a cart of straw and ladders past them, and at the edge of his vi…Posted 1 year ago
Malika nodded slowly. "Very well." Her voice hardened. "What be next... Reliath?" She stumbled over the holy man's name, unaccustomed to addressing one of the clergy so casually.
"That... what did you call it? Malylech? That Malylech. Why were we unable …Posted 1 year ago
Orthael breathed out evenly, nodding. He had known, rationally, the moment that Varreniel's Candle had snuffed out. But it was another thing entirely to hear that it confirmed, that all the wards and defenses of a cathedral of the Flame had failed against…Posted 1 year ago
Malika was silent for a time, regathering her composure. She was embarrassed by her reaction, especially in front of this man. Finally, she nodded solemnly.
"The Archbishop is gone, as you presume, holy man," she said, "as is everyone else I ever knew. T…Posted 1 year ago
After the service was over, Orthael sat next to the swordmaiden on the grass and looked out into an overcast morn. He waited a while in silence, but in the end he broke it with a sigh.
"Varenniel's Candle should be lit, swordmaiden, but it sputtered when…Posted 1 year ago
She reappeared in another part of the library, a dank room smelling of moldering wood and fungus. The furniture here was in disrepair, rotten through and falling apart. She loved it.
She settled onto a pile of termite-eaten wood that may once have been a…Posted 1 year ago
Malika did not bow her head. So far as she was concerned, faith had failed her. Her eyes had been on the holy man, his vestments - tattered as they were - and on the implements of his office. And so she saw the candle of Varenniel puff out of its own ac…Posted 1 year ago
Orthael was pleased by the turnout. A few parishioners had come to introduce themselves and give their requests before the start, which he had made careful note of. Herrin had done well with the reading, and then he asked the collected faithful to bow the…Posted 1 year ago
A bell rang in the distance, and Malika rose from her cot, plucking Morduth up from where it lay beside her. She knew the sound of that bell because she had heard it regularly most of her life. This was not quite like the bell in her village, though. The …Posted 1 year ago
Orthael gave her a smile and lifted a conspiratorial finger to his lips, then indicated the smouldering taper with one hand and the unlit candles with the other. Sparks flew, smoke rose and embers flared - the taper crumbled to ash, the candles flamed. He…Posted 1 year ago
The church in Trien was a handsome stone edifice, built sturdily in decades past and carefully maintained since; the tall arches lifted Orthael's spirits by their apparent timelessness. There was a flicker of candlelight visible through the windows, and t…Posted 1 year ago
The air was crisp and the dew barely settled on the grass when Orthael left the house. He closed the door behind him with just the clink of his chain shirt and took the stairs up onto the wall two at a time - relishing the lightness of foot and freedom of…Posted 1 year ago
Malika reflected back on her battle with the deathless. The lesser of the creatures she was able to cut a wide swath of destruction through, banishing them back to Ashmar with ease. The greater deathless - a Gorgon, according to Morduth - that one still t…Posted 1 year ago
Anger flared inside Malika, and she failed to noticed the light aura of flame that momentarily erupted around her hand, even as Morduth lay by her side, untouched.
He is right, Mistress, the sword declared. There is much about my own history that even…Posted 1 year ago