PDF & EPUB Editions Of The Silence & The Howl (Book I) Now Available

The PDF (90 pages) & EPUB (76 pages) 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.

The Silence & The Howl: Book I (A Novella)

(This book is now available in PDF and EPUB editions) The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the whole world dies With the setting sun. The mind has a thousand eyes And the heart but one; But the light of the whole life dies When love is… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl: Book I (A Novella)

The Dauntless Rook (§.16)

Continued from §.15   When Sprill realized his tenants were either sleeping, hiding, or vacant, he gave a soft grunt of irritation, produced a keyring and turned the lock. Adair followed the landlord and moved through the small, sparse room to the window and peered out into the cluttered lane below, spying only a grim,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.16)

The Dauntless Rook (§.15)

Continued from §.14 Luned gasped as she spied Oeric Adair through the keyhole of her flat. The comitem walked patiently, yet eagerly, behind the corpulent, key-jangling landlord, Hoston Sprill. Both men advanced slowly, but steadily, down the corridor; scant minutes from the door. "Damn that conniving wind-tossed scoundrel. This is all his fault." She muttered,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.15)

The Dauntless Rook (§.14)

Continued from §.13. Serlo Wealdmaer exited the cabaret to behold an angwissous man in a corvine coat, running full-tilt across the cobblestones of the main thorough. The sprinter shouted for aid as he sped, arms flailing like a beached and barmy cephalopod. Something about the manic figure seemed familiar to Serlo. He narrowed his gaze… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.14)

The Dauntless Rook (§.12)

Continued from §.11. Serlo poured himself a tumbler of scotch as his father ambled into the drawing room of Wealdmar Estate, mahogany cane clacking violently off the decorative and newly-swept marble floor. "How is our dear Cerelia?" Grædig Wealdmaer inquired with scant concealed venom, taking a seat upon the leather armchair opposite his son, who… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.12)

Verse & Prose Archive Updated For The Month of November

Our archive has been fully updated for the month of November (featuring new verse and prose). The archive will be similarly updated towards the end of December or directly thereafter (in early January). Additionally, we will be accepting verse, prose and music submissions throughout the month of December. If interested in submitting your work, see… Continue reading Verse & Prose Archive Updated For The Month of November