Dear readers…

Dear readers,

I’ve been very quiet for the last month or so and I’d like to apologise to my patrons for that. Continue reading






Hwaet* my kin for this, is the first slate of the Dammaz Kron** carved anew in the fire of betrayal and tempered in the cold fury of our endurance. Listen and remember. Continue reading

In Praise of Grimdark

“To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.” – Warhammer 40’000
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Some Quick Thoughts On Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology


I’ve loved the Norse legends ever since I was a child, where an Usborne Illustrated Guide played a big part in opening my eyes to the wider wonders of mythology and also kicked my reading in the direction of fantasy. Similarly, I’ve been a fan of Gaiman’s work since I was a teenager and as such, I was keenly anticipating how he would tackle this source material. Continue reading


To better gauge the oncoming storm, Caleb stepped out of the enclosed cabin and removed his breather, allowing the raw air to touch his face. Knowing not to breathe, lest the toxic combination of ammonia and chlorine sear his throat, he felt the prickle of acid on his skin and took a tiny portion of the atmosphere into his nose. Continue reading


Floating, formless, suspended in and sustained by the void. Drifting through memories and ambitions that glitter like stars and seem just as distant. A sense of weight starts to return, slowly at first but building until it felt plummeting through the ether, away from the warm yellow glow that now seemed to be above and being pulled towards a growing cold redness that appeared below. Reaching for the warm glow that signified home only to find it was impossibly distant as the crimson glow arose. Continue reading

Potomac via Miskatonic

potomacmiskatonic1Washington is weird.

Not like, foreign weird because even when you go abroad, people are still people. They just speak differently and have different habits and so on but they have families, they do groceries, work jobs they hate, get drunk, bitch about their boss, kiss people they shouldn’t, you know? Continue reading


It was dry despite the glowering clouds and the city spread out beneath him seemed strange and somehow alien without it’s characteristic sheen of rain slicked streets. That was a bizarre thought given the events that he had put in motion with the end goal that all he surveyed would soon come to be his responsibility. Soon, he would be hold the keys to this strangely alien, yet intimately familiar city or he would be ruined beyond hope of recovery. Continue reading

The Wheel Turns – A Poem for Yule & Solstice

The wheel turns,
so draw close your people
and feast on the last of the perishable foods
for we won’t all make it through the dark.

The wheel turns,
so raise a glass to those who’ve passed
and cherish the memories of the times you shared
for you miss them sharply in these short days and long nights.

The wheel turns,
so look forwards and choose,
will you be the grease in the gear, the grist ground beneath,
or the rock that shifts all into a better path?