Sonorous vibration! Samael knew his name from the moment he was called into existence.

His spinning, sheer circumference. Beams and rays of light plunged outward from him, and serpentine gases swayed and waltzed from his head and tail.

He moved by hum, and he sang in circles, roaming around like the excited eddies of the stream and the roaring currents of the abyss. In an ornamented order, he ...

“Devil hates happy”

The elder said to me and a group of

Of pilgrims I had known before the world

Had a very very very bad cough.

And those words struck me then

As I sat, listening him recount wisdom,

This time, stroking my wife’s hand,

That tender bit of sweetness unknown to me

In the before times.

And I squeezed it with sheer gladness

Pulsing her reciprocally playful fingers

In mine.

For fea...

The smell. Oh that vile, musky smell. Aaron had a already endured so much, but if the odor of last night’s practice was to be the worst of it, then it would be worth it for his revenge.

He would make his play by hiding in the plays, or rather, in Tom’s forearm play cards lying in the bottom of his practice bag. While it seemed that the legends about Rob’s familial connections to the warlock were...

Twists, turns, and cobblestones directed the alley, weaving in and out of the eyes of busy urban cosmopolitans. He found himself whisked past tea-shops and currency exchanges, pubs and camera stores, football club storefronts and windowsills sporting the latest, imported genuine leather. The maze on the way to the way to Blinkpark Academy’s tailor shop seemed even more difficult to navigate than b...

25 December

Dear Diary,

The day didn’t feel like the day it was supposed to be today.

The closest I got to seasonal Christmas cheer was admiring the airport decorations— I particularly loved the red stockings scotch-taped to the terminal window. I always wonder what it’s like to be the worker tasked with decorating an airport. I hope it’s a highlight of their year; I’d like to think it would...

Fists in the bowl and flour spilling, her eyes darted to the clock. 11:47. Fuck. Late again. Just like last year. Fuck fuck.

I need the food coloring! Andres said. Where’s the food coloring? I can’t make the peppermint martinis without the food coloring.

Left cabinet! I told you, left cabinet! The pork broth boiled and started to spill over.

Can someone turn it off please!

Tommy came in an...

My head snapped back as I felt the remnants of ghe Grav-Plunger pluck me out. On all fours, I felt the familiarity of grass and dirt beneath my palms and knees. The sun, that old familiar pleasant dancer upon my neck welcomed me home. Years, facades, or perhaps mere seconds had gone by since my kidnapping to Astralfagar. Never again would they take me. I vowed with a clutch of that old familiar gr...