After he finishes vomiting, Zully becomes aware that he can control his own lips. “What are we standing on?” “This is the Celestial Firmament, Zully, the great black basal barrier that separates the Mother Countries from the endless maw which … Continue reading →
Zoeticism is often conflated with nature-magic, as both were an especial purview of the pre-Landing cultures of Old Habadad and others. While the two schema possess certain undeniable similarities, they are also in fundamental opposition to one another. Nature-magic, at … Continue reading →
What is truth? I asked her, and my guide shook her head. The short plaits of her hair rippled, and the copper rings which hung therefrom clanked together with a sound like battle, persisting long after her motion stopped. That … Continue reading →
Here’s one for you. Yellow Teeth Remain Sharp, head of state of the Empire of Perfection, right? Wields the contents of the vaults of the Citadel of Rosepetals, right? Maybe the only entity in the Mother Countries with enough identity … Continue reading →
“For my next trick, I’m going to end time.” 1002′ above the Hill of Incipient Mark: two figures. Standing: a platform which hangs in the air presumably placed pasttime less-than one week. Down they look. D: verrik/sibeccai/giant mixed-stock humaniform created … Continue reading →
“For my first trick, I’m going to recreate the fertility of Xiphias Watercutter.” The target is in position, as predicted by the contractor. Penetrating the security curtain to reach this point? Trivial. Now though she stands within the range of … Continue reading →
Today’s lesson is Xoxo. Yet another squalid little tragedy out in the wilds off the Isle of Word. It’s a wonder any of those little islands are even left, given all the misery that’s been inflicted on them over the … Continue reading →
You read about the Wordwood: you know what the official line is. Branches Bend in Submission Provice, valued part of the Perfected Empire, governed by an archduke at the behest of the Prefecture, plurality faen population, ancestral faen homeland, population … Continue reading →
“Po?” I asked the twisted thing in front of me. “Po, is that you whom I see?” “Hello, Lirrerren,” the mojh said, its lipless mouth bending around the words like mushrooms bend in heavy rain. Po had been a tall … Continue reading →
IN LATE DY 1491 ZULLY THE LIAR WAS CONTRACTED BY THE KA-RONE GAZETTEER TO PROVIDE A SERIES OF DISPATCHES ON THE NEW PROVINCES, THE VERR, AND OTHER BENIGHTED POINTS FAR FROM THE BRIGHT CENTER OF CIVILIZATION. AFTER HIS SECOND STOPOVER … Continue reading →
