The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 2

The candles of Dormir were weakly burnt upon that night.Death had emerged from its shadow and now wore darkness as if it were a cloak, it stalked through the canaled streets of the Port and laced its footfall with the sound of dread in each step, a silent language of cold malice, a quiet whisper … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 2 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 1

This tale begins with the sea. Before the Apricot, before the tapestry of existence was thought of to be woven in its weft and purl, there was the sea. In their efforts many a brave poet has been driven to shaking madness as they attempt to give picture to this titan. Its whims, its moods, … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Ensign part 1 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: A Merry Doctor Part 2

I don't often stride. Striding is a manner best held by those with the pinned back shoulders of a champion and the lifted head of a person not likely to trip over a misplaced bucket. It is a simple thing best left for those with gallant heart, the confident folk who ignore the rising slosh … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: A Merry Doctor Part 2 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: The Merry Doctor Part 1

'There's not a lot I can do if you didn't bring the, um-and-a, finger with you.' I remember it as one of those particularly cold mornings when the Port winds would whistle through cracks and creep coldly under doorframes--making not wearing socks particularly unbearable--when a pallid looking gentleman had wandered into my office and greeted … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: The Merry Doctor Part 1 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 3

Things had begun to move quickly. So shortly after regaining my voice I had felt myself become no longer a shadow. The memories of sleeping ash lay in stillness; days before rekindled into a hope for the future lit by a lowly a burning glow. It was a simple kindness for the two strangers, but … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 3 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 2

As the eyes of guardsmen and thief alike fell upon me, I knew that it was time to run.Melting snow became slick underfoot in the quiet of Autumn, and the lingering ships still left in Liat’s frozen port were all preparing to venture southward, moving weakly before their sails became too heavy to hoist. It … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 2 →

The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 1

This is a tale of plain truth and has yet to be garnished by that of a liar's tongue. As clear as bread be made from flour, I have seen the ship that inspired this painting and can admit to standing upon its deck as it sailed from port on its maiden voyage. The Apricot … Continue reading The Prelude of a Flying Apricot: Voiceless Part 1 →

An Inn Called Copperpot

He was a cliff. The rough side of a shale mountain stood impassively behind the bar moving as a human might and frowning as if embodied by the chiselled caricature of true stoicism. As proprietor of the quaintly simple Copperpot Inn, the unblinkingly dead-faced gaze of Errol Grangly stood like a silo stack over a … Continue reading An Inn Called Copperpot →

A Letter for the Accountant

'There are very few people on this earth that I would describe as being a mould,' Joseph tutted, removing his glasses, and hunching over his desk with the applied gravity of remembering an unpleasant smell, 'A limpid sort of fellow, quite able to stagnate the air around him. Is fester too harsh a word? Don't … Continue reading A Letter for the Accountant →

Keepers of the Beacon

You step from the hatch and see a line of bricks built into the wall that protects this section of the parapet from rough sea; it's a day of symphonic bluster and the azure sky has become overtaken by the glow of a nearby brushfire. A warm buffet of ash sweeps past as the howl … Continue reading Keepers of the Beacon →