Anecdote XXXIX. Into Enemy Hands

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August 26th, 2014 • Avigdell Lask waited in his study. For a while, his restless feet had carried him pacing back and forth along the length of the room, his eyes sweeping the gardens outside, the edge of the island, and the falls beyond, but he eventually sat down in the chair at his desk. He waited, still as stone, breathing slowly. His fingers drumming on the armrest were the only things that betrayed his nerves. He had known it was coming, and felt it happening: the storm raging through Larea, the howls of the Runners and the screams of more »

Anecdote XXXVII. Humanity is Contagious

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Before I turned 26, Lask killed an Ancient Demon. It was the end of January 2016, and the culmination of many months of careful planning, recon, and ally-wrangling. I imagine I’ll post the prose of their exploits at some point, so you can read for yourself how the island came to be under siege, how Stefin raised a mighty army of converted Demons, and how Lask stole the fire of an Ancient Demon from Times Before. It’s all very exciting, but there’s two things that stick out to me as personal, lasting, implications: One, in stealing the Demon’s fire, Lask more »

Anecdote XXXV. A Hall of Mirrors

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Many things were said recently that struck me, making panes of reflective glass vibrate in my head. “Can we do Monday instead?” “Why do you do that?” “Nothing I say is going to matter.” “That’s toxic.” “I don’t NEED you!” “Do you think she needs hospitalization?” “I guess we should sleep.” “She’s very unusual.” “See you Tuesday, then.” Spoken by various people, not all directly about me, but all things that somehow caused me to pause. I’ve realized what it’s like: it’s like living in a hall of mirrors. I, for some reason, pour my effort into reflections– giving people more »

Anecdote II. The Scarlet-Eyed Stranger

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Lask has been with me my whole life, or so he says. I only ever have his word to go on, so I hope he tells me the truth. He came into the world with me on the day I was born, but didn’t show himself right away. He didn’t want to frighten me, didn’t want to risk overwhelming me, or losing me before we’d even begun. Instead, he waited a few years, biding his time unseen, suffering the trivial monotony of life and his own turmoil, as I learned to crawl, make sounds, and dress myself, until I was more »