Let me set the scene and tell you how it happened. A blunderbuss above an unlit hearth; a stack of pterosaur bones within it. And I, glass of sherry in hand, ragged slippers on a low stool, reclining at my unease in starched shirt and ruff.The turrets were crumbling. A slate slid into the gulf be...
@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } The Troubadours of Perception Rosa is harsh and meaty, like an old glass of red wine. She wants to play duets in the dusky twilight. Alice is slow and cool, like a watermelon that takes several days to consume. She still has trouble ...
He had many ideas but even more distractions and it was impossible to find enough peaceful time to pursue his ambition. The pale city of Montevideo bathed itself in starlight and music. His friends called for him at any hour, ringing his doorbell or climbing up to his balcony unannounced, and the...
Few people go there these days. That is a shame because it is rather a pleasant place, full of little squares and gardens where the inhabitants gather to play music, drink wine and forget they are lost until the following morning. Even the ruler of Itselfia can sometimes be found wandering the op...