Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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For Want of a Feather
I had received missives from Malphas while I was away on the last trip to the Path of Vau. They were short and to the point and I swear I could hear him giggle in nefarious delight. Would I be a dear and obtain a crow feather for him? The largest that I could obtain,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-24.02
“Raven. Hello.” My shroud is in tatters, exposing one breast. I care not for my modesty. The ravens had torn it in their… play… with me earlier. I bore fresh gouges on my shoulders from them. Gouges that were packed with bone ash after. The wounds will scar as was their intention. But I do…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-24.01
“Yea!” “We have Reenactment Thursdays!” “Donuts and coffee on Tuesdays!” “It’s always Tuesday.” “I’m not complaining!” “Nothing hurts anymore and I don’t worry about shit anymore.”1,236 words.
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The Cave and the Cathedral
I don’t know why I feel like I’m saying ‘goodbye’ for the last time to Snake. Why I feel like I’m going to my death. As if regardless if I am successful and able to answer Lord Asmodel’s summons or not, I will be irrevocably changed and the Weaver that returns will be nothing like…
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It’s All Gray
There was only me, the devastation, and the sound of a little girl crying. I took a step, and noted I wore no shoes, but had panther feet. I was in the deathshroud of a Boneburner. Black raven wings came from my back, and my hands were more talon than human. I wore my deathmask,…
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Ask Keri: What was the “high price”?
From Tumblr, an anonymous person asked: “Hi! New reader and I am lost/confused about the shells that have been mentioned, and the “high price” that was paid for them. What was the price?”691 words.
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-21.01
“Another coffee, Sir?” He looked up grudgingly at the waitress. He noticed her pot was only a quarter full. It was all he could do to keep from launching into a verbal educational moment right then and there. “Do you think I’m addled? That I can’t see because I’m twice your age? That’s an old…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-20.01
I sat in the lair for most of the night. Snake had gone off to start some shit attend to private matters. I had already resolved to go alone back to the Path of Vau, even leaving the beads behind. He and the beads had helped me recover, but I felt I was at risk…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.03
I was concerned for a friend, and wanted to drop by and check on kir. But instead of walking up to their door, I walked into a science lab. A large containment unit with clear glass walls barely seen behind white metal sheilding was along one side. A bank of instrumentation was next to it,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.02
When I opened my eyes, I was on the Path of Vau. Snake was not with me. There was only me and the crowned and throned figure before me. His eyes were open. The whites of his eyes were like glowing silver. The iris was as dark as his throne, as dark as the bridge,…