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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...
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...
9 Dec 2024 5 minute read 0 comments jasonmcgathey
“It’s funny, but I think I actually remember the last words I heard him say,” Emily recalls, as the six of them, with every overhead light and lamp on in the room, begin gently tossing it. “He was telling that mom and those kids at his last w...
3 Dec 2024 4 minute read 0 comments jasonmcgathey
The latest Saturday tour draws just seven paying customers, three of them at the kids’ price. This latter development occurs late in the afternoon, even, as a woman with three kids she is babysitting arrives and tells Grace, “we had a terrible tim...
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...
