Analogue Ruins Chapter 20: My Moonsliver Lullaby
The dissonant devil contemplates her path, yet refuses to recant. The abyssal stars’ spawn remembers the fallen, and chooses deadly new sins.
The dissonant devil contemplates her path, yet refuses to recant. The abyssal stars’ spawn remembers the fallen, and chooses deadly new sins.
The renewed witch embraces her horns, and learns that profound sorrow is the way of things.
The witch of the old ways begins to see that there is no past left to live in, and rave as she may, falls to the future’s threshold.
I was a boulder once. Chipped from better stones, but young many balanced upon my broad crags the storms lashed me the winds scoured me and I laughed for I thought they carved nothing. In time the mountain shifted and I soared until I fell and broke near the riverbed. I laughed for I thought […]
The smallest sister finds her flame, meets the razor lady of the night, and learns a price of power.
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. […]
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