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Decaying Idea

The eulogies were beautiful. Weeping and barely controlled mourners outlined a saintly life, the sort which only ever really existed post-mortem and whose loss devastated individuals and diminished all else. Tyrone struggled to look on passively. This day belonged to…

The Devil Wears Gold

It’s the end of days or so they say in corridors of power The Devil he rode in to town shot the Sheriff, ran him down he came in with a soulless swagger full of spite and sinner’s glamour a…

City Temple

“So where can I be, if not here?” “You can be wherever you want, as long as it isn’t here.” “They said the same thing over there, and there.” Rix pointed over the road to another paved plot of land,…

Fear, Loathing and Fineness

A crystalline veneer on a pulsating force, delicately obscuring a force of fear, loathing and fineness that grabs for the eyes before blinding them motives uncertain but strength uncontrolled, listless and absurd Fractures form across dark crystal carapace and panic…

Breaking Cities (Extract)

The building was toppling over. Or he was. The difference between the two was hard to judge. Granted, buildings tended not to fall over of their own accord. In fact they seldom did anything beyond standing there indifferently, especially where…