The Mere Tide P70

The pilot black robed from the waist down, the child primsie in a flower dress, arrived in the great smoky hall to find the table already commenced. A euphonic uproar died as though vacuumed back into the throats of these seated distichous revelers. In sync they turned and on their knees bowed, their elbows palmed,… Continue reading The Mere Tide P70


The Mere Tide P69

Barely functioning jitney pulled up before the gate of the Aiegietti, the aienee embassy. Its doors opened and Dachni watched the pilot emerge like an enormous robed spider and she followed like another. The pilot was reaching for her wallet but the shalkii garrisoning the guardshack one produced his own card and another ran ahead… Continue reading The Mere Tide P69

The Mere Tide P67

The service shuttle paused briefly at the stop sign, headbanging on its carriage, damp running down its aluminum skin as though it sallied forth upon roads it would rather not, its brake lights in sustained red flare then dimmed, then joined the traffic. Anaya claimed there would be another but the beaten halt enthroned knew… Continue reading The Mere Tide P67

The Mere Tide P66

She woke in a room. Eyelids inflamed by sterile notsuns humming electrically. Artificial isotrope alike at noon as twilight. The odor that stung her nostrils was the odor of iodoform. A constant combat between the foul and antiseptic. Conducive neither to life. She listed cold upon a bed of ice. Her drywall is porous to… Continue reading The Mere Tide P66

The Mere Tide P63

In the library the pilot broke out her stores a cognac distilled in honor of Maxence Jaccoud's ascension to the siège éclairé, that Parisian seat that the tribunes monitor with fear, and which the roi had sent her along with invitations to tour his country and was assassinated two months after his coronation and his… Continue reading The Mere Tide P63

New Project

Hey drunks and readers just announcing a new novella in the works. Set in the same time frame as The Mere Tide it follows Private Reshetnikov Syvatoslav Tarasovich as he and the 113th моторизованный гвардейский (Motorized Guards) endure the impoverished psychosis of camp life immediately preceding the war between the Russian Federation and The Interim… Continue reading New Project