0 Comments
0 Shares
1 Views
0 Reviews
Directory
Discover new ideas, create new connections and make new friends
-
Please log in to like, share and comment!
-
The Wistful AshesAct I Ljubomir Hovhannisyan’s fingers were slick with the cold, metallic grease of the reclamation yard as he scrubbed the serial number off the bronze razor, the heirloom his grandfather had left him, the blade catching the early September frost that had settled on the glacial valley rocks without warning. He worked fast, the washboard rhythm next door a relentless, percussive counterpoint to...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded ApartmentChapter One Esther Gault had worked for eleven years in the telegraph office before her father died, and in that time she had learned that ink dries faster on cold glass than on warm paper. I stood in the administrative hall of the Pale Court, a moss-eaten building that smelled of wet stone and old grease, holding the final ledger of my father’s debts. The Guild Master sat behind a desk of...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale PathThe mist in Kraków did not behave like water, nor like smoke, but with the deliberate, cold patience of a debt collector. Jerzy Michalski, thirty-two years old and inspector of the old quarter, stood at the edge of the canal where the terrace country fell away into the industrial scar, watching the fog rise from the black water. It was 1923, a year when the harvest had been so good that the...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale DoorThe snow had closed the road to the border industrial park, a white wall that turned the world into a single, isolated room. Marcel Marchand stood in the university lab, his breath fogging the glass of the fume hood, watching the lavender fields outside turn to grey slush under the weight of the storm. He was thirty years old, a master glassblower by trade, though his current role was that of a...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant GardenChapter One "Give me the ledger, Ketil, and stop trembling like a dog in the frost." The Chancellor’s voice was dry, stripped of all warmth, echoing off the stone walls of the office that smelled of damp wool and old ink. Ketil stood before the desk, his hands raw and red from the soil of the royal orchard, the dirt still caked under his fingernails. He wanted only one thing, a thing he had...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant GhostThe printing houses of Calcutta, mid-voyage on the generation ship Vishwavidya, groaned under the weight of a fog so thick it felt less like weather and more like a physical substance, a grey wool pressed against the glass of the observation decks where the dead reeds of the lower delta swayed in the artificial updraft. In the back room where accounts were kept, the air was stale and tasted of...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant CartographDid you ever wonder if the steam remembers the shape of the man who built the boiler? I stood at the edge of the smokehouse, watching the mist curl off the iron grates, and I saw him. He was not a ghost in the theatrical sense, not a sheet of white drifting through the air, but a cold silhouette, a negative space in the heat, shaped like old Mirza Khan, the founder who had died in the mill’s...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden RitualPriya Ganguly had already packed the silver tuning fork into the canvas bag when the light in the room shifted, turning the dust motes into a suspended, static field. She stood in the doorway of the small flat at fifty-eight of Stonecutter Alley, her hand on the latch, ready to leave Ravi and the debt that bound them. The heatwave had lasted for nine days; there was no night, only a perpetual,...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale FractureI was elbow-deep in the damp insulation of the sub-basement when the bell above the main entrance began to tremble, a low, metallic thrum that I felt in my molars before I heard it with my ears. My hands were slick with condensation and old grease, the air heavy with mildew and the sharp, ozone tang of the generator kicking on. I pulled the fish, scaled and silver-bellied, from the tailgate of...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek