PROSE From Fictive Dream: Delirium by John C. Mannone. "The brick-lumps sifted through the black morph into swarms of fire ants with glassy-grit teeth." (Delirium) From Spelk: Letters to Dead People by Foster Trecost. “I sometimes write letters to my father, but he doesn’t read them.” “How do you know?” “Because dead people can’t read… Continue reading Circular 1/22/20
The PDF (90 pages) & EPUB editions of The Silence & The Howl: Book I (a novella) are now available from the Logos Literature patreon and can be found HERE. For those who aren't interested in becoming patrons, the entire novella can be read (for free) HERE.
By Dan Klefstad Happy New Year, Creative Person! Be not alarmed by the strange notebook sitting on your breakfast table. After twelve months of watching you struggle to produce anything meaningful, I’ve decided to give you some ideas. How do I know it’s been that long? You have a brand-new calendar, and once again it’s filling up with things that have nothing to do with your art. I wonder if you realize how poisonous this document of chores, appointments, and… Continue reading Greetings From The Idea Fairy
Previous chapter CHAPTER FOUR After the bout with Lynder, Ariadne showed Harmon to the guest quarters which lay to the immediate right of the study and fencing chamber. The room was spacious, consisting of a bedroom, a bathroom and a walk-in closet, all dimly lit by faintly flickering green wall lights. An antique gramophone stood… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl: Book Two, Chapter Four
Previous chapter CHAPTER THREE Harmon faced Lynder Partridge upon the piste. The crisp white fencing jacket crinkling strangely against his skin, the wire mesh mask obscuring his vision, the sabre's handle clutched with such nervous force that sweat gathered in his right palm. He felt trapped and desperate and simultaneously compelled to challenge the stygian… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl: Book Two, Chapter Three
Previous chapter CHAPTER TWO Harmon arrived in the city with little more than the clothes on his back and the female secretary's words echoing in his head. With the last dregs of his savings he rented a studio in a unusually quiet tenement just beyond the business district which occupied the center of the sprawl… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl: Book Two, Chapter Two
BOOK II (Continued from BOOK I) CHAPTER ONE Luna found Harmon on the first floor of the old coal breaker where the man had recently taken up residence, smoking the last of his cheap cigarettes, watching Saperion-shaped clouds listlessly drift beyond the town. He wore battered jeans, the knees half-worn through, a paint-stained white t-shirt,… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl: Book Two, Chapter One