Analogue Ruins Chapter 16: Madness Incandescent and Free
The sisters confront the death of a universe. The silverblood harlot takes the lead in a bacchanal of abyssal abandon.
The sisters confront the death of a universe. The silverblood harlot takes the lead in a bacchanal of abyssal abandon.
The sisters reconvene upon a dark tower, and the daughter of abyssal stars reveals a mystery that stirs her.
Hello, seekers dear! The title gives the news away. On the one hand, I worry that two months will seem too short given the dramatic emotions I expressed back in January. On the other, well, I wrote as I did because I genuinely didn’t know how long it would take to heal myself and correct […]
Hello, oh seekers mine. I’ve something special for you all today. Special, and deeply personal. You may remember that last year, I published both a final skeleton for Vulshiir, a demonic language, and the larval form of what I then called my Recitations. A single page, then. I’ve since tried a few different names for […]
“I know what you did.” In a labyrinth of dark stone halls studded by crystal ribs fused with igneous ceilings, a pair of horned things stand opposite each other. One ash-grey with a sweep of orange hair and blood-red fire, the other bronze, glittering, covered in slit-orifices with serrated chitin-bands on her neck and limbs. […]
Note: this post was copied and reformatted from a Twitter thread I babbled out a couple of weeks ago. I saved it to a Word document because I wanted to keep it and, well, the ol’ bird site doesn’t seem long for the world. Might as well share it here, yes? It’s been a while […]
Hello, seekers dear! I remain on hiatus from any long-form writing, so Analogue Ruins won’t be returning anytime soon. That said, I’ve had this story on the backburner for a while, and the time felt right to finish it. “Cinder’s Pavilion” was intended to be the first chapter of a long-form novel I titled Sirens […]
Hello, oh readers, oh listeners, oh seekers dear. I’ll keep this as short as I may. I’m feeling many things. Most are, perhaps, best kept between myself and those closest to me–at least when they’re not sealed within a story. So… about that. I’m really not sure if any of those reading this are the […]
Come to me at nightfall said the old and bitter tree I will open up the gateway I want you to be free And so the demon waited until the sun had set and walked upon the half-path and left behind regret But when the way had brought herto the old tree in the dark […]
The daughter of abyssal stars remembers chaos, and the sisters of Metronome House finally begin to bond.
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