In the Temple of my Gods

There are times when I step away, from the fleeting march of this life, and fall into the woods of the Deep, a country of clinging fog. Beyond that step is a temple, a labyrinth, a library, the hollow within the eye of a crestfallen artist. The walls are made from the thing of dreams, …

Case no.11088, Evidence: Documents

Document A, A6 paper, resembling a leaflet: Congratulations on becoming eligible for the rank of Illuminate! This is a momentous occasion for not only you, but for all members of the Order of Luminaries, as you have made yet another step towards the inner circle of knowledge, and continue to move away from the darkness …

The Fisherman at Manussa

I found her smoking at her usual spot on the old bridge. The cold made the smoke escaping her lazily open mouth look thickly blue-gray and which dissipated into the same colored skies above. She must have knitted the hat for the occasion, judging from the loud colors that somewhat resembled the digits of the …