Sunset Sorcerer

Sunset Sorcerer

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6. Nothing Human Inside

Previous Chapters My God, when will we see each other again? Fifteen years since I last stood in the light of Your eye, and twenty-four before that. The sun wanders across the sky and we glimpse only a hint of it behind eternal cloud cover. How long will we pay

Part 1

This is not a complete story. In fact, it wasn't supposed to be a story at all. In February 2017, my friend Oliver and I started collaborating on a novel. The impetus for this work was the same question posed in the chapter below: What kind of person burns down

5. Mouths for the Mouthless

Previous Chapters The Beast Scholar leaves before I can get out of the Communion Chair. My wrists ache and my heart is still racing. I feel as if I've been running all night. There is no rest in the arms of the Root. I wipe sweat from my brow and

4. Lefty Icy Jenny

Previous Chapters My world is confusing. People say things, and I don't know what they mean. Maybe I ask too many questions. That's what momma says. She says questions in the morning make unhappy evenings, but she never asks anything and she ain't happy no matter what time of day.

3. Drink for the Notary

Previous Chapters My day is sunless, as are most in this life, but that doesn't mean You are far from me. I cannot hear You, yet I feel You in everything I do: from walking between hamlets, to serving Your liturgy with the keepers of Your land. Any day in

2. The Communion Chair

Previous Chapters My day is busy, as always. Success is less a boon than it seems prior to its acquisition. Today is Communion day; twelve hours to the nightmare of my station. I want to hide in the kitchens or the cellar and pretend that my duty isn't imminent. But

One Brother's Loss

Xiaozi had expected a long journey, and anticipated many obstacles on the road. He had been preparing for many years to move to Xi An. What he did not expect though, what he could not have prepared for, was the sheer mass of bodies that swelled in and out of

1. The Wetworks Miracle

My world is grey, white, and hay-yellow. Windmills and swaying grass, rolling hills. Peasants and dirty children working the countryside. The whole land is always covered in clouds, but it didn't used to be. Some day, we hope, the Wandering Sun will burn away the clouds and give us warmth

A Room with a View

Fumbling with the keys, suitcase leaning precariously against the steps, I try the lock again. Third time's the charm and it's finally open. I have the door locked again, keys in the lockbox, and my suitcase inside in a matter of seconds. It's not the worst part of town, but

Better Unwritten, Better Unread

Have you ever heard a recording of your own voice? What does it feel like? I suspect you feel a sort of creeping dread and denial. "No," you think, "That can't be right. Who is that? Is that me? Why do I sound like an idiot?" Chances are, very few