A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
28 Aug 2026 10 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Mourning the boy Iearon, and both greatly unsettled and perplexed, by the encounter with her kindred. Pyna abandoned any further notion of a leisurely southward sojourn. The knowing in particular, that other synods of Seducers so broadly, even carele...
13 Jul 2026 11 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna felt it, in the measure of less than a heartbeat, before it arrived. A scalloped surge of corrupting weaver’s fire. There was no occasion for thought, or fear. Within the remaining half a heartbeat, she had wrapped her small arms around the you...
20 Jun 2026 8 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… A prickling, and glacial wind, whimpered across the rolling winter-mounds, deep within the womb of Old Night. Or perhaps it was simply the wheeze, and echo of laboured suspiration, from out the heavy body that pelted febril...
6 Jun 2026 6 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Within a half-breath, Pyna’s heart soared. Then, as swiftly plummeted. She shook her head very slowly. A hopeless negation. No No You are Not My Nimblethorne Pyna studied the appallingly familiar mien. And speechlessly observed, that where Nimblethor...
15 May 2026 6 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna and Umin moved swiftly to rejoin the corsairs upon the sable strand. Who stood therein the midst of their impromptu encampment, and gazed out upon the lethargic and atrous wash, as the abominable vessel of the Red Weaver listed, bobbed and loome...
18 Apr 2026 7 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Driven by a tender Cant of Breathing. The narrow, and nimble sea-craft cut silently across the caliginous soupiness of the Great Lower Sea. Umin reclined against the low prow, beneath the swaying amber-gleam of a copper se...
9 Mar 2026 5 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna ran, unseen, and swift as a storm-harried ghost. Carrying the hunter, Eket out through the Omoorn's vile, vermiculated Arch and its attendant, ghastly grey things. One league. Then two. She fled, under a mantle of inhuman dread, through the fri...
21 Feb 2026 3 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna swept, at first fearfully across the frigid powdery drifts, towards the distant and dusky marrow of the Meadow of Omoorn. Lissome as a spirit of ruby-swathed alabaster, while the crystalline, and alien chorale rose to a weird pitch. Unendurable...
2 Feb 2026 3 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Eket Eket Awake Eket dreamed an odd dream. In a flat and snowy place. The pale wood-witch bent, a porcellaneous rag-doll of ribbons and black lace, looming and lisping above a bedraggled little boy. Who clutched something...
19 Jan 2026 5 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin awoke from Pyna’s luminescent dreamscape with a downy sigh. Her cold, little porcelain fingers - supple as a newborn’s, yet unyielding as marble - still gingerly caressed his cheek and jawline. Her long mane, a cascade of wheaty-snow silk brush...
