A Fantasy Series narrated by The God of Death
Location: New AtlantisTimeline: Sixth Age, Winter 50 The world has become a smear of bruised violet and bone-white static. I am walking—if you can call this erratic, drunken lurching "walking"—across the Great Shadow. Behind me, the first inner wall has vanished into the murk. Before me, there is only the howling void of the southern... Continue Reading →
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52nd Year, Late Spring and All Summer Ah, the climax of the termite’s little drama. Emcorae sprinted out of that cottage, abandoning his "studies" and his grandmother’s cabbage stew without a second thought - it a masterclass in mortal impulsivity. He scrambled onto that mare of his, Joanne, and rode like... Continue Reading →
Location: MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, Year 52, Early Spring The Grand Gesture “Oh, Alyssa, I hope this works. It seems crazy but I guess Tiffania is right: if Lynsy never sees me then how will she ever know if she likes me?” Emcorae's thoughts were a transparent mix of compelled romance and tactical stupidity. The plan, devised... Continue Reading →
Location: Monthaven. Timeline: Sixth Age, Year 52, Early Spring. We are now forced to suffer through more about Emcorae Azop—that tiresome little bastard. These next few chapters are the toughest to endure. They are the sound of a universe grinding to a halt for the sake of a boy’s heartbeat. If you like love stories,... Continue Reading →
The Last Act of the Tartarian Empire In the sprawling, beautiful, and utterly temporary magnificence of the 1904 St. Louis World's Fair (officially the Louisiana Purchase Exposition), we are told a story of American progress, technological triumph, and global unity. Millions of visitors gawked at electric lights, new industrial machinery, and the marvel of wireless... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, Year 52, Early Spring While the Goddess of Love was consorting with the goat-god on Arcady Isle, the intended victim of her First Sight ritual, Emcorae, awoke in his camp near Monthaven. The grand warrior's slumber, which was to be his luxurious reward, was violently ruined. "What... Continue Reading →
Location: On the road to MonthavenTimeline: Sixth Age, 52st Year, Spring While I was busy wrapping things up in Atlantis, events of the world continued to march on. I know you want to find out if I got my hands on Dagaal, but patience, little one. First let me tell you more about the foibles of... Continue Reading →
Trapped! The word was a heavy stone in my gut. The basement door at the far wall of the Istoki Mysli basement exploded inward, splinters of ancient oak showering the damp stone floor. Hidden behind the ruins of a conduit, I watched the armed Okhrana agents pour into the space—their dark uniforms a stark, violent... Continue Reading →
Istoki Mysli The aetheric shriek was a siren’s call, a frantic, desperate scream that cut through the silent hum of the city. It was not the harmonious resonance of the old world, but a chaotic, untamed energy, raw and dangerous. It felt like a dissonant note in a sacred hymn, a wrench in the gears... Continue Reading →
Location: Fubar in the Orkney RegionTimeline: Sixth Age, Spring, 51 Ah, the fleeting nature of mortal comfort. It's a delectable little tragedy, isn't it? One moment, they are basking in the warmth of their stolen triumphs, the next, the chilling winds of reality come howling in through the window. It is during these moments of... Continue Reading →
The Apocrypha of Azazel 