Aug 5, 2022
Well, I suppose I’ve got a story or two left in these old bones. And hell, since it is another one about Marielda, why not make one about stories and the people who tell ‘em.
Now I know what you might be thinking: Physicality alive, in the era that The Six operated in Marielda, it was knowledge which was forbidden,...
Oct 14, 2016
FOREWORD to
The Illustrated Concordance of
Marielda, Second Printing
No chronology will be observed here, nor could one ever be observed—Marielda resists sequential arrangement. Where other atlases and dictionaries seek to duplicate the facts of a culture, treat this text instead as a replica of Marielda’s constant...
Oct 6, 2016
It was strange. Every morning you’d see The Black Slacks walking to work. By this point, the air would crackle around them, thick with rumours of another potential strike, another march. They’d walk in groups, or in pairs, or alone. Hands in pockets. They whistled. But not that morning. At first, it was as if...
Sep 30, 2016
In one way or another, High Sun Day is celebrated all across Hieron. After all, there is a day each year on which the sun hangs in the sky, resplendent, for what feels like an impossibly long time. After all, there is a day each year on which the heat gets so strong, the weight of the summer becomes so much, that a...
Sep 22, 2016
Today is Sunday, and not just any Sunday, it is the Sun Day, the Long Day, the Day of High Sun.
Once a year, sometime in the final month of the calendar, the sun offers its light to us for 20 full hours. Each year, this event comes on a different day, and it takes the applied knowledge of scholars and mystics to narrow...
