A short story depicting an alien mage’s far-future encounter with the space-dwelling outer demons known as the Carag.
Announcing the release of the free-to-read complete Collected Tales of Machrae Diir–beginning with the early days of a mad devil and her dimension, and blooming into so much more.
Listless silver-cyan rays ripple the streets. Horned figures cluster around a half-finished scaffold of Archean black stone. Into this a hero comes: out from from the squirming depths of the bluish midnight lying upon the shadowed buttresses. Between the glinting silver spires, across the bas-relief bridges crossing the chasms that plunge down and down and […]
Hi, readers! Phew… okay… wow this took far longer than anticipated. I didn’t realize the sheer volume of content I’d put out this year until I went back and looked at it all! I’ve never done this before, but I think that I should start making it a habit now while my career’s still on […]
“Here’s a very special post. As part of my own closure on recent events, I decided to write a full-enough account of mistakes, lessons, and outcomes from my first year as the head (well, yes, only) witch of my very own tradition.”
Short answer: yes. Long answer: right, so, um… I have been dealing with a staggering amount of mental baggage. I feel the need to be frank about some answers that are going to sound pretty insane. Let’s start simple and non-crazy: this blog only ever had one author. Plurality was something I tried out for […]
“A chime sings in the column of azure crystal. Glances exchanged. A whisper, the curve of a smile. The amber glint in plump, dark red lips.”
hi, readers! A much meatier offering today–a short story of over 9k words! This is a crossover piece set in part of one InordinateFondness’s Morphic Korps setting. You can find her on Twitter @SixArmedSweater, with her own works in this setting and many of her other writings in her pinned. All details about the Fires, […]
“I heard a call through the pigments of things that could be, and have been. It surprised me because it lacked any command. There was no snare, no threat, no bribe either. It was as a doorway left open.”
“I declare without shame that I am neither a channel of the gods nor a mage of the academies. I am a witch of the old ways reclaimed.”