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24 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
I will take you to the Marquis Meshmin. This forces Umin to pause and swallow thickly. Fear and now something else bending his thoughts. "Meshmin, who keeps in the…" The Barrows. Hard by the Gate of Candles… It smiles with a spider’s silkiness. Sup s...
19 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin watches wordlessly, as the remains of rabbits fall wetly to the stones. It isn’t long before the meat stops dropping and the creature returns to its previous posture, offering the bowl to Umin as though he were a shying mutt. Not far from the tr...
15 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Eat. Sweet. Lest you grow reedy. Umin, his breath locked frightfully away in his breast, licks tight lips and against all grasping hunger and screaming instinct of self preservation gives a little head shake and a struggling whisper. "Can’t. Took the...
10 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Cupping the bowl as though it were a frangible, precious thing in a pair of diminutive, death-pale hands. It peers unblinking up at the taller Umin, by a head’s height, aspect an unreadable mask. Only for the briefest of moments as the bow of its li...
7 Nov 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Porridge love... Pheasant stew. Or was it rabbit now? Oh yes, rabbit. Do you know? How far and where. I had to walk To find a hare… Umin is unable to suppress the shivering that locks his jaw and hardens his limbs.
29 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Umin glumly and suspiciously peers out into down-thick darkness, but for a distant pin-prick of soft-seeming fire that sets the vaulty black above to looming all the more profoundly, maliciously. His motion towards the distant, gleaming signpost is p...
28 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
I want him Father. Let me… The half-spaces between waking and drifting where things sonorous and frightful came to murmur. Hours compressed. Umin slept. Oh, the chime is ringling. Oh... Awakening. To find the low, knotty-iron doorway wide and unhin...
14 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
His name is Umin and he is simply a thief. A simple thief. A bleeder of purses and accounts. His fortunes a little less than likeable of late. Something small and shapeless twists out of the dark, falling near to hand with a sick softness. A blot...
6 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
But now it danced and spun like a bloody smear against the darkness. With all but it's uncanny eyes guarded behind a wimple and veil as deeply red as the rest of it. Eyes, wide and glistering like pools of cracked glass in the tepid light of a single...
4 Oct 2020 1 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Once it came wearing red. Incarnadine like freshly spilled heart-blood, still warm from the wound. Most often it moved here and there in flowing cloth of silken coal. In black cord, bitumen colored ribbons and knots.
