A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
30 Apr 2025 3 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin struck the soupy surf feet first, and was swiftly swallowed up. Imbibed by the Great Lower Sea’s torpid, black salinity. He was able to draw a single, sufficient breath before plunging through its thickly striated darkness. The sea’s bituminous...
22 Apr 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna twisted and kicked. Tore and pulled. As the tenebrous mass of clotted, lurid obscenities bore her deeper into the lightless reaches of the Great Lower Sea’s gloomy, and brinish womb. Her wheaty locks blooming beneath the murky waters, like that...
17 Apr 2025 2 minute read 1 comment Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… In the Above, Autumn makes forth. The goddess An’ii of the Sere Leaf strides again across verdant wolds, wringing the sap from Summer’s failing heart. The disciple, her patron now lost to the abundant and faceless throngs...
14 Apr 2025 6 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Pyna followed Umin’s disconcerted gaze to a space above the brewing, molten fire-mounts and their restless, sulphurous smokes. There, billowing against the Great Lower Sea’s false horizon, loomed the booming apparition of...
1 Mar 2025 11 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
It was well, four bells before dawn. Pyna had descended from the Spire of Clioh, without further impediment or entanglement. Now shrouded in voluminous garments of concealing coal-dark, an inky wimple binding her wheaty mane, and a veil masking all,...
21 Feb 2025 8 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Pyna leaned out from a lofty and perilous perch. Balancing against a toe-length narrow crevice. A mere mossy crack, that snaked and switched across the ashlar of rough and creamy architecture. High upon one of the totterin...
13 Feb 2025 4 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Lord Emberbole was not, by nature, an excessively loquacious spirit. Broad and sturdy as a weather-bated salt-cask, with a greying, tangled beard and knitted top-knot as baroque as the limber lines of his undergalley. His...
6 Feb 2025 3 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Pyna gazed for a long while upon the silent space left in Elshad’s wake. The encircling world receded and ceased to be, as she sank into recollections of her mortal family. Above all, was that most acute reminiscence of her...
1 Feb 2025 3 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Lord Emberbole’s undergalley continued its lazy progress through the farther islets of the Archipelago of Koom. Its wide, arabesque belly dragging pearly-crested wavelets across the oily, cimmerian surf. They had, following...
24 Jan 2025 3 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
With a disquieting mingle of emotions both caliginous and bright. Pyna watched the figure leisurely pace - producing a deliberate, echoing ironshod cacophony with each footfall - from out beyond the concealing wall of the Solarium, then slowly aroun...
