short stories

Architectural Constants

The citizens of the silklands and the soldiers of the webroad and the singers of the tunnels have no name for the city. There are other cities upon the world’s restless wheel. There are others more celebrated, whether for the rooted topiary birds that line their boulevards, or their sparkling, improbable hyperbola fountains, or the tame inky warding poems that patrol their walls. There are others with taller spires to focus the unlight of the phantom moon, or deeper dungeons with which to contain the abysses of desire.

Fantasy. A librarian, a sentinel, and a silhouette on a collision course with the deadly forces that rule the one city, the axis mundi. Thanks to the BASFW and Oyce. Published by Beneath Ceaseless Skies.