A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
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...
19 Jan 2025 5 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Two nights passed, then three. Pyna had learned that, as she slumbered deep in undesired convalescence, the Burning Houses and their martinets had laid open the Opal Quarter’s Hall of Stews. That it had been churned into an allagrugous ruin. The plea...
14 Jan 2025 2 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
The room expanded into a broad oblong gallery. Lit by narrow and tall, oiled and burnished brass canister-lamps that cast a grainy orange illumination, breeding macabre-bending shadows that raced across the bare, basalt-flagged ceiling with every tw...
27 Dec 2024 2 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Together the niveous pair - one willowy tall, the other urchin small - drifted with the mild night air through Nimblethorne’s broad-halled manor. Footfalls mute as those of solivagant spirits. The chambers were wide and lowering, and the narrow hall...
20 Dec 2024 2 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
“Dress!” Bearing a bundle of scrupulously folded rubious cloth, he glides from the nook with the grace of noiseless snowfall. A mere murmur of threads as he rests the red, pleated burden upon the foot of her pallet. She watches him wordlessly - her s...
13 Dec 2024 2 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
A dream of drifting through wan birchwood under a sky, cornflower blue. Senescent leaf-litter velvety and snow-drift deep. Gentle, against bare feet. Ivory-sweet was her brother and mother. Brooding honey and coal-dark soft was her father. Green lem...
2 Dec 2024 2 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Elsewhere and otherwhiles… Corded in smoke and consumed by an incorrigible, corroding preternatural fire, the disciple twisted through a chasm of black air. A roiling ember. A boiling star, tipped from the pitchy lip of Old Night's boundless cup. “F...
21 Oct 2024 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Amongst the detritus and dolor of this long ago struggle, Lord Emberbole’s undergalley now bobbed and pranced. A copper-hued cork in a vast, black, subterranean bottle. Umin’s gloved fingers in thoughtful idleness twisted the atrous, crackling salt-...
