“Joni,” a voice from nowhere said.
Shatter! All of Oz’s Diner turned and gawked. Simon rushed over and asked Joni if she was okay. Joni looked down at the broken shards and coffee splayed across the floor.
The voice spoke again: “I’m coming to meet you next.”
Grave-Keeper: Well? Which doorway will you choose?
I had thought long and with great intention about this choice — any of these worlds (the Seas Below, The Infinite Well, the Hall of Echoes) could lead me to the Secret of Life and reunite me with my soul.
I: I choose the
The Skull Man had not come within less than twenty yards from Joni that night, but the vivid memory of her fascination and dread remained potent.
Joni couldn’t believe that Edith had faced the man down, even if it had been with the help of that peculiar llama.
A nocturnal terror locals have started calling “The Padfoot” made another appearance last night in Harvest, Okla., according to eyewitnesses. Sally Gains, proprietor of Wanderstorm, a beloved local bookstore, described her encounter with the alleged creature:
“At first I didn’t know what it was. Looked like a tumbleweed rolling
How to determine if the llama you have encountered is, in fact, a llama; a feat not so easily accomplished. I’ve seen many a prideful person too gleefully take a hubris-laden road to a llama-y grave.
First, you must ask the creature, in these exact words: “Are you a
The Grave-Keeper and I walked past a massive tree into a passageway tucked behind. For a while, we walked in darkness. I never felt afraid, though I also felt as though I should.
Grave-Keeper: Here we are.
They motioned about a juncture with a mid-height ceiling. Before me there were
I followed the Grave-Keeper through a cavernous chamber. At its center a sarcophagus sat beneath a massive tree.
I: What’s the tree for?
Grave-Keeper: Oh, that’s for carbon-based life forms that require high blood-oxygen saturation levels to live. Don’t worry, you don’t need that.
I: What
Joni winces when the hot, bitter coffee touches her tongue. Simon asks how the coffee is.
Joni raises her mug and feigns a smile. When Simon looks away, her facade evaporates. She continues reading the day’s issue of The Inquirer and Reflection.
She still couldn’t believe what Edith
“I’ve been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away…no, that’s not right. My memory is fuzzy, even as I write this, but this isn’t a railroad, it’s a bridge. And I’m not working on it…I am the bridge. I’m
“I have a recurring dream of fear and rock and mist. Hallways that lead to nothing.
I am in a large castle carved from obsidian. Crystalline tendrils simultaneously writhe and remain motionless on the ceiling as I walk the halls. I never start in the same place, yet always find
I came upon an endless forest and marveled at what I had never yet seen.
I: Who would not leave their kingdom for a forest if given the chance?
The Well spoke to me and said: None would.
I: I do not understand.
The Well responded thus: None come here
I voyaged into the spaces between things and encountered an invisible force that felt as a river washing me away.
I: Invisible force, how do you exist in a space like this?
The invisible force responded thus: To you I am nothing but a strange magic.
I: There is no
In my travels through the Void I came across four humans on an interstellar craft. They spoke thus:
1: How smart we are to be able to move through the void.
2: We do not move through the void. The void passes by us.
3: Nay, motion is relative. Our