Circular 2/8/20

PROSE From Concentric Magazine: Infinity by David Landrum. Though the story could use another proofreading, the narrative—concerning two young lovers who endeavour to navigate their families' divergent faiths—is thoroughly arresting. The meal would be an examination. Like in school, I was being graded. (Landrum, Infinity) § From Fictive Dream: To The Maxx by Thaddeus Rutkowski.… Continue reading Circular 2/8/20

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 (§.13)

Continued from §.12. Volfsige could not believe his eyes, for standing before him, in the litter-strewn alley that let out to the smokestacked north, was, against all reason, Oeric Adair, who only minutes prior, had stood in the market square, surrounded by gambesoned mercenaries. Adair had exchanged the stately clothes and short-brimmed cap for the… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.13)

The Silence & The Howl (§.31)

CHAPTER 31 Upon returning from his stroll by the coal breaker, Harmon found the house empty and a manuscript laying upon the table. A hastily scrawled note on yellow paper lay beside it, written in Harold's chicken-scratch hand. Found my old unfinished novel when I was cleaning out the attic. You'd said you wanted to… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.31)

The Dauntless Rook (§.09)

Continued from §.08. Aymon Degarre found Learc Demelody smoking her ever-present whale bone pipe in the ministry library, pouring through a stack of papers. Before he could get close enough to inspect the content of the pulpy pile, Learc blew a cloud of smoke towards him without removing her eyes from the items before her,… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.09)

The Dauntless Rook (§.08)

Continued from §.07. Oeric Adair read and reread the Ersentwyer Evening Standard as he waited in the drawing room of his newly purchased manse for Cerelia to greet him. His nerves such that the paper jittered in his hands, which, in erratic interludes, would irregularly flutter down to the tabletop to tap in rapid succession… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.08)

The Dauntless Rook (§.07)

Continued from §.06. Luned Fey leaned back in the old wicker chair she'd stolen four weeks ago, lowering the paper to behold a lithe, pale man, garbed in a corvine coat, who sat across the charred table. He settled down into the chair and poured some of the coffee Fey had freshly brewed looking impossibly… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.07)