“The Deep has claimed him. Mark my words, it will soon be revealed that [Professor Ragnarsson’s] death was closely tied to the sea and its foul inhabitants.”
Nigel Blackthorne, gentleman occultist
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Maybe he should have stayed in the citadel. It was safe, and it was small, and hadn’t that been what he had desired all along?
Journey to the Water
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Enya, “How Can I Keep from Singing?” (American hymn)
I’m no longer religious, but I don’t deny the comfort of the old songs. Also, I was a 90’s kid. Enya is where it’s at.
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This past weekend, I went to the Oddities and Curiosities Expo!
I’m not super into taxidermy (I haven’t eaten meat for something like 16 years), but there were vampire hunting kits, cryptid paraphernalia, antique and gothic fashions, and so much great art. I’ll have a post up on Instagram today with some more pictures.
I climbed out from beneath the temple floor. The riches of the pirate Abraxas of Lore lay at my feet, and my companions pored over it, dreams of finery and rich foods and expeditions to distant shores passing between them in whispers. My thoughts were only with the dragon harpoon, and how if I had such a weapon in my possession on the far northern sea, perhaps I would have slain the lind-worm as I had hoped to do.
Even the gods could not change the past. I had it now, and it sang to me, a song of dragon flight and the hands of heroes. I was the last of many to carry this weapon. When the dragon who had given it shape had hatched from its stone egg, the world had been young, covered in water and fire. It was with reverence that I replaced the oil cloth covering the harpoon and fashioned a sling out of rope to carry it on my back.
“I don’t need a share of the treasure,” I told Hamilcar. “I only want this weapon.”
He looked up at me and gave an expansive shrug. “If that’s your choice, then, you can have it. Gods know I wouldn’t be able to find a buyer for months.”
“My friend,” said Halvor, “you need to learn the value of money.”
What are you going to do, Sentinel? Run? Turn yourself in? Listen to me.
Chapter Six
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Isabel wakes with a start and sees nothing. It’s grown dark, which means she’s slept much longer than she planned, and she’s not entirely sure what day it is now. The translucent form of Arden Geray hovers beside her narrow bed, the sockets of his eyes as dark as the night outside.
For however many blissful, oblivious hours she was asleep, she had forgotten about him. She groans and pushes herself up. “What are you talking about?”
“A spirit,” he says, enunciating carefully as though he is speaking to a child. “It’s just arrived and it’s none too pleased. What are you going to do about it, Sentinel?”
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