I’d been working in Alethia for almost two years when I received the order from my father. I came to the gateway to the real world, worked through the perfunctory locks, and emerged to greet a young maga sent to act as my aide. She stared at me in shock, which she could not disguise. “It’s all right, Augusta.”…
Read MoreMirarion: where to from here?
When I started the Mirarion, I was trying to write something similar to the war diaries that were left by Australian participants in the First World War. Generally, they did not see the great turning points of the War. They don’t describe things which they think are obvious to the people reading the diary. Generally their…
Read MoreMirarion Chapter 15
My little team had no name initially, although our commanders began to call us the Foolish Fires. We went out into the area through which our enemies would approach and filled it with inexplicable phenomena. The sillier the better, in some ways. We did rains of fish, talking scarecrows, ghosts, dreams leading to treasure, black…
Read MoreMirarion Chapter 14
I knew the war was turning our way when my father handed me a necklace, from which depended ten tiny pearls. Its presence seemed so incongruous I asked him “What is this?” “It is Imaginem vis.” he answered. “The War Council thought you could make the best use of it.” Then he dropped it into my…
Read MoreA quick note on a Kickstarter
So, I’m in as a backer for the new version of Chill. Chill is epically fantastic. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/playattentiongames/chill-3rd-edition-a-horror-roleplaying-game/widget/video.html
Read MoreThe Bishop’s New Stockings, or The Dangers of Love Magic
A little medieval love magic, to test reblogging
Read MoreMirarion : Chapter 11
At nightfall we were called into the courtyard, and the chief Guernicus present had us sit before her. We were surrounded by a crowd of gawkers. “Are each of you adamant that this continue? This War is irregular, and it is my House’s opinion that our standards should not fall short just because we face…
Read MoreMirarion : Chapter 10
Let me tell you about an illusion called the thimblerig. It’s not a spell: it’s a piece of con artistry done on fairgrounds. A group of men pretend to have a gambling game going, and they entice others to part with money by moving around thimbles with a pea supposedly hidden under one. In truth,…
Read MoreMirarion : Chapter 9
Scipia found me before dawn. She saw my new leg, but didn’t realize it was permanent. She was waiting for the day, for my wound to open. I told her that I’d been healed. She looked surprised, then dropped to one knee and at the point where my stump joined my smooth, mottled, new flesh. “Come quickly.”…
Read MoreMirarion: Chapter 7
I did not know where I was, but a pale face loomed huge above me, its eyes pools of shadow. I screamed and smashed it with my fist. There was cursing and, as I attempted to rise, I was struck with, the Call to Slumber. I tasted ashes and fell unconscious again. As I drifted into an…
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