In my concern about the recklessness implied by an eagerness to explore the internet, I somehow managed to completely overlook that I was escorting two intellectuals and bibliophiles into a city li...
2020-07-16 01:38:29 +0000 UTC View Post"Taylor. Calm down."
"That's easy for you to say," I respond plaintively. "You don't even know the dangers you have no defense against here."
"You ...
2020-07-11 12:27:11 +0000 UTC View PostAs Naxylotriam retrieves me from Eranil Thumblethumper something or other... from his teaching tent, I'm suddenly reminded that I haven't eaten since breakfast. "So... how long before I disappear?"...
2020-07-06 13:14:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe sound of conversations, ware hawking, dray animals, and bustle were a sussurant backdrop to what the dig team was coming to refer to as Muckertown. It was a tongue in cheek nod to th...
2020-07-03 20:40:09 +0000 UTC View PostBy sunset I'm well and truly sick of walking. My calves feel like they're on fire, and the soles of my feet feel like they've been beaten into pudding. "Alright, seafood deluxe on the way," I say a...
2020-06-30 10:29:04 +0000 UTC View PostI'd been peripherally aware of the fact that I'm not what anyone would think of as physically fit. Today's little march through the swamp, however, fairly well illustrated to me just how far from i...
2020-06-27 01:34:46 +0000 UTC View PostI emerge from the fetid water and wipe the runoff from my eyes. It smells terrible. My first view of the valley is a field of muddy browns with scattered greens in spiny jags that make t...
2020-06-23 00:45:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe feel of the cavern is different when I arrive this time; there's a buzzing sensation across my skin as I come to awareness of my surroundings. The smell of the cavern is more visceral, and inte...
2020-06-19 03:17:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe stabbing, shrieking pain in my arm has died down to a jarring throbbing that flares in time to my pulse by the time I'm back at St. Bosco's. I don't really feel the cold but I'm sort of sluggis...
2020-06-19 03:14:48 +0000 UTC View PostMy nap is fitful and restless; for some unfathomable reason I don't see Naxylotriam. I nap, and wake, and nap a little longer, unable to stay asleep and unable to stay awake. I dream of tall, skinn...
2020-06-14 23:59:08 +0000 UTC View PostInterlude C
"Hello, Colin," a digitized voice announced, cutting into his attention. Under ordinary circumstances, Colin might have resented the interruption. This, however, was someone whos...
Chapter Fifteen
I've never personally been to the junkyard before. From what I've overhead through students gossipping at other desks during Mr. Gladly's class, it's a cheap place to find pa...
Space-time is like a crystal. I've spent a lifetime proving it; it has a flow of development, a source it springs from. It's a multilayered, multidimensional object, but the natural architecture of...
2020-04-18 19:13:07 +0000 UTC View PostToday is the thirtieth of March. Online, I see tense, slightly anxious jokes about what may come in April, May, and further on into what many are starting to see as the Year of Disaster. It's a gri...
2020-03-31 00:29:10 +0000 UTC View PostThis is an inherently terrifying article for me to write. When I came down sick almost two weeks ago, all the symptoms paraded across my mind with the current thing on everyone's minds: Coronavirus...
2020-03-19 10:14:55 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Four
Precept Gaxter came back over, and grabbed Gretchen not particularly gently by the chin, turning her face to the right and left. "Hmf. You've been practicing here for four fortn...
Chapter Twenty-two: Inopinatum Liberandum
I'm invisible before I even hit the rooftop I'm dropped over; Ordis tags tags eleven people inside forty-eight meters red within two seconds of my f...
They creep up on you.
Noticing that I haven't posted anything directly to the Patreon in a couple months, and felt a little ashamed of myself. But then, so much has happened and I barely keep ...
I am an evolutionary throwback. It's not easy for me to admit this to myself; I'm proud of my mind, as it is the tool that best serves me and will stay sharp the longest as I age. But there is no pe...
2018-08-28 13:07:23 +0000 UTC View PostIn the dead of night, you hear things you don't by day. Part of it is the lack of light; you notice more of what your ears are telling you when there's nothing visual to distract you. Part of it is ...
2018-08-23 09:42:58 +0000 UTC View PostWarning: unpleasant ahead. Animal testing is exceedingly disturbing even relatively sanitized like this, but it's also a vital component of modern medicine. Interlude A: Soft Sell As he, Armsmaste...
2018-06-22 08:46:47 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Three: Caveat Amicus I have one flaw above most others: I want to know more. The Lotus has scolded me over it; Ordis has expressed frustration. Simaris and Cephalon Suda have repeatedly toute...
2018-06-16 23:06:56 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Two: Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes I eye the breads dubiously. "Are you sure these are actually safe to eat, Ordis?" "Analysis of the foodstuffs suggest high caloric density, along with...
2018-06-13 18:04:31 +0000 UTC View PostChapter One: Exquirere Cognitionem Of everything I would have guessed to get in my way, I should have supposed that the language would be the first. "Ordis, can you decipher a thing they're saying?"...
2018-06-06 09:27:10 +0000 UTC View PostPrologue: Itinerantur Interruptus Blue and grey. Calming, relaxing colors, like the supposed tones of a storm cloud. I've seen holovids of them, in old Orokin archives extracted from some forgotten ...
2018-05-30 09:16:43 +0000 UTC View PostRight, so there is a medical thing in the family coming up that I need to devote attention to; I won't go into details but someone needs surgery and I will be busy in the aftermath of it. It's not a m...
2018-05-24 16:52:30 +0000 UTC View PostHarken to my words, ye now, as we rest on the knuckle of Tyey Malaaq, gathered about the daughter of Her sister, Cuix. Naltova's gifts fill our skins, as O'veednyr's grace crosses our lips and cools o...
2018-05-16 16:42:07 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Fifty-Eight Three 5 gallon water bottles, a medium sized pot, a bag of onions, and two bags of potatoes. That's what a trio of gun toting guys took from us. In retrospect, I'm surpri...
2018-05-16 08:14:56 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Fifty-Seven I jerk awake, almost falling out of the bog chair I'm reclining in. Despite being essentially two pieces of flat lumber, one of which is sticking out of and through the other, it'...
2018-05-12 07:15:27 +0000 UTC View PostSo, occasionally my muse betrays me. I'll get an idea of the flow of events in a story, move it through interaction in the direction I plan, conversation happens, and... Then suddenly, in the flow o...
2018-05-12 07:14:43 +0000 UTC View Post