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.
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.
hi, readers! I’ve had this one percolating in the back of my mind for a while. After typing it all out, I figured it’d work a little better in blog format, so here you go–the first of several loosely-formatted “episodes” (sorry, couldn’t resist) outlining my ideas for a Dark Side-centric Star Wars series. Those of […]
“I heard a call through the pigments of things that could be, and have been. It surprised me because it lacked any command. There was no snare, no threat, no bribe either. It was as a doorway left open.”