WWW #41: Peace and Quiet

War makes strange bedfellows. Glasses clink like funeral bells. We become the fox, at last, or at the very least: We are not the sheep. Every time we step out of that door, all we have are the words of soldiers. And so many doors are open to us. You don't want this, but at las ...

The road is a door, and it beckons wide and open. Turns out, you can, in fact, get there from here. If there is a town, a bag, the throat of the ravening beast, the back room of a humble butcher's shop, your end at the bottom of the mighty Lydwyn. Towns are like Empires, they ...

Dr. Avery and Mother Cyprian prepare as Paul and Garrett wander about beneath the waking earth of The Fort hopelessly lost. Why has Mother Cyprian thrown them into those labyrinthian tunnels? Why must they scurry about? What do they hope to achieve? Meanwhile, Ruth continues to w ...  Show more

Wood will rot or splinter, glass will shatter, metal will bend or break, and everything one day will return to the dust. The world will one day return to dust, and the dead drying bones of a home, disconnected from the living dream of the world as they are, trimmed and snipped fr ...  Show more

Adam seeks power in truth, by squeezing that interloping eye known as Edward August Hall for knowledge. Adam has been gone a long time, and last time he was back in The Fort, he'd foolishly assumed that the world hadn't changed without it, but it had. The scheming machinations wi ...  Show more

The relationship between old friends can be contentious and that is no more true, than it was with Edith Blackleech and Adam. It seems, while Adam was away the Bog Witch Blackleech has been at play, pulling her strings and making moves within The Fort. But then again, how is she ...  Show more