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The Tower

I have been told that we have been building this tower for thousands of years. I have no direct experience; no reason to believe this — nor to doubt it — but it is what I have heard, and I can see a little way into the waters that keep rising, lapping below our feet as we keep building, board after board, nail after nail.  In the depths, dissolving into the darkness that is the limit of our vision, the faint shapes of the bulwarks that my predecessors built in... More...
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The One a Dog Runs To

Ceba has been taken. I shall describe how and by whom presently, but first, you should understand that there is one male for whom her skin is the dark musk honey scent of all women; for whom her eyes are the eyes of every goddess, every female bodhisattva, dakini, temple whore, all these things at once; her touch is the sum of everything, all become one, the universe into one experience, all from the recollection of a touch, of skin barely brushed against skin. It has been this way since... More...
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All That the Thunderer Wrung from Thee

All that the Thunderer wrung from thee Was but the menace which flung back On him the torments of thy rack; The fate thou didst so well foresee, But would not to appease him tell; And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. — William Shakespeare In a post on the edge of the Empire where the paved road gives way to rough and dangerous paths and wilderness, savage, untempered, home of Centaurs... More...
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Berthezene

Under a tree on a hill, from the top of which is visible everything that is about to concern us, gather two shades, both recently departed from the world. One is, or was, French, and is, or was, a Soldier of the Line, his uniform torn and dirty in a manner that leaves us little doubt as to the unenviable nature of his demise. His companion — but wait, the word is suggestive of a friendship, so let us say his colleague — is a different affair. He is clearly not a... More...
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Feeding the Beast

Once upon a time, there were two people. If you know anything at all about them, then that is enough for you to know the beginning, the end, and everything of our story. And if that were the case, we would just as well end this right here; but I do not want that, because I have an agenda that would not be done to its end if we stopped here; and so we are, you and I, going to proceed on the assumption that you know nothing about these... More...
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The Princess Aslauga

  There was once a girl — excuse me, a young woman, you decide — who on account of having no excuse at all for an episode of bad behaviour, bad language, and bad attitude, was sent to her room. Not straight to her room, which is to say, without dinner, because none of the behaviour, language, or attitude were irredeemably atrocious or outrageous — but the whole package, considered together, was of the type about which grown-ups eventually, and quite rightfully, come to the conclusion that they have just had enough.... More...
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Air for Fire

HYPATIA (b. 350-370 – d. March 415 A.D.) was a Neo-Platonist philosopher and scientist, and a leading academic and teacher in Alexandria, in the Roman province of Egypt. Her students came from all over the known world, from both inside and outside the Roman Empire. She admitted both Christians and Pagans to her classes — she apparently observed no distinction between the two — as well as both men and women. Alexandria was one of the main centres of early Christianity, while still having a large and active Pagan community.... More...
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The Serpent, the Horse

In Lake Tritonis there are two islands. They are Phla and Mene, and they are set like a pair of jewels on the water, exquisite and many-faceted on the pale skirt of the great wide surface of the lake. They are jewels, in a field of blue and green. Phla is the home of daemons and forces, and the energies that lie behind things, so that everything on Phla is to do with the depths of the lake. Phla is dark and blinding, a wild, unruly place, and we are... More...