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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...
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...
7 Jan 2025 5 minute read 0 comments jasonmcgathey
By the time an apparently not-overly-concerned Clay arrives on the scene, it’s almost noon. At Emily’s insistence a number of them are loitering around the main house’s lobby, in front of Grace’s counter, which affords a tremendous view via i...
31 Dec 2024 9 minute read 0 comments jasonmcgathey
Denise had done her homework before reaching this decision, slowly accumulating what she needed over the past couple of weeks. Even so, when limited to what one might carry on one’s person, running out of supplies remained a legitimate c...
