Torsade Literary Space The Totem-Maker (part thirty-three)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Four To Be and to Choose (part thirty-three) The woman stood. Her face was scarred; her arms bore the grooves of knife wounds, accenting sinew and muscle. “I am called Pyrandtha. I am a Knight of Caeluvm, a Challenger. I fight no longer, […]
Fallen Debris (poem)
Fallen Debris Or going up the steps, an appointment wanting shade on a glaring day’s walk a drinking fountain, a toilet a cup of coffee, a quick shop Or sucked into a slamming missile’s void Or cultured into drinking hard Pulling stunts, splashing down head first Pressure insufficient at shallow […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred eleven)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred eleven) Yeager’s hand showed flapping, under moonlight, before his white shirt. “You mean they had prospects?” “Prospects? Who’s that?” “Woolsaver. Investors. Someone like Ebrach.” “Ebrach’s got investors? I thought it was private money.” […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred ten)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred ten) On the bottom step sat a boy, that asked, as Richard placed a foot to crowd but not specifically kick the obstacle, “You going out? Where you going?” The landlord’s precaution. “Young […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred nine)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred nine) “You take some of Ermentrude’s and clear em out. Bring back what you get. Ermentrude! All them dry?” He mimed a flapping paper. “Halt die Klappe, ja.” “Give Everard one.” Ermentrude tapped […]
My Blog Week: March 3 to March 17
All the Latest from Torsade! This is another long MBW, covering six episodes of Bedlam, taking Richard through the end of section one, chapter four (“I never saw his face”; Counterfeits), and from his arrest and night in […]
The Totem-Maker (part thirty-two)
The Totem-Maker Chapter Four To Be and to Choose (part thirty-two) “If the master sends his slave to injure bodily an enemy, the master is at fault, but the slave does not escape the law. Yet let us propose that the enemy meets the slave and […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred eight)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred eight) ii. Traveling company So far Richard’s job was the simple one, of rapping knuckles on the door (to imagination), Ermentrude entrusted with sounds. Mrs. Allen’s start, full-bodied theatrical, seemed […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred seven)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred seven) Bayard must be a traveling preacher; in his dry spells, a temperance talker. The cup of bitterness seemed set to overflow, and Richard, not troubling to hear, went about his business. This […]
All Bedlam Courses Past (part one hundred six)
All Bedlam Courses Past Chapter Four Counterfeits (part one hundred six) Hard scabby patches that inmates before him had not been set cleaning, muscled into Richard’s head an inspiration. “Sir, what happened to that girl?” His cellmate laughed at the innocence of Richard. […]