Thogdan

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Apologies for a lack of updates and a lack of Tarot stories! University work will be over soon, and that will leave me to do as I please (meaning go on week-long benders). But when THAT’S over, there’ll be more weekly tales, I promise. In the meantime, here’s a half a biscuit to tide you over til dinner.


Thogdan impaled the earth, and leant on his sword. From the mountaintops, he watched the purple clouds of Narc’loda drift over the Northern horizon, caressing the Great City’s spires, and recollected the time he had single handedly thrown the tyrant-wizard to the ground below. Inside, he smiled slightly, but his face remained in its usual stony grimace.

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The Magician

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The Magician

Staggered through an alleyway; passed out in the trash. Not a problem – it formed around my body like a black plastic throne. That was when my subjects came to pay me tribute.
“O, wise and noble bum,” said a plague of rats that emerged from the smelly heap. “We only ask that we may dwell in the spacious courtroom of your head.”
“Sure,” I replied. Why not? “Climb in my ear.”

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Self post: Tarot Stories: Deck I is out!

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HI!
Despite my last post only two hours ago, I’ve wrangled the formatting and managed to get the interactive contents page working. The anthology is now out as a free eBook! Oh, I’m so happy. You can download it from Smashwords here;

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/529779

Thanks!

Ben

The Bull Arrives

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Monday morning,
And fear was dawning
In a sleepy village of rot and dust.
IT WAKES
To the rumbling
Of his arrival.

He roars, and out of the doors
And shutters and panels
And kennels
Gingerly come the townsfolk
And their dogs,
Quaking and shaking.
Glass shatters, teeth chatter.
That roar they had heard before.

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Four of Cups

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Four of Cups

Suddenly it’s bright and I’m told to fuck off. They’d turned the music off, and the lights on, over an hour ago to get rid of me, and had to mop around my feet – but I’m happy to float in my own head. Well, happy’s probably not the word – content is more like it. Content in imprisonment. One of the bouncers, who had stayed for an after-shift tipple, ended up having to grab me by my belt and the back-clumps of my hair to launch me onto the rainslicks outside. Probably why I ended up with the big bloody scrapes on my cheek. Probably. The missing footage in the movie of my drunken memory began precisely at the moment when I was thrown out of the bar, and started recording again by the time I was half way home. Then black again. Then I’m in the fourth bar.

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King of Pentacles

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King of Pentacles

A tiny community of vagrants under a bridge was visited by a newcomer: a man whose face was so wrapped in hair and scars that it was barely a face at all. He came limping, begging for food, and they gave him lumpy soup in return for the sharp, cheap whisky he brought in a paper bag. When he got his food, he sat with it – didn’t speak for hours. The vagrants forgot he was even there for a while, when he sat outside the circle when they sang to accordion music and shouted and laughed. The night strangled the evening, and when the vagrants were subdued by the drink and the exhaustion, they settled on barrel chairs and told stories of the horrifying world over the bridge and in the cities, where few of them had set foot. The newcomer joined the circle.

“I have a story about the cities.” He said. His mouth barely moved when he spoke, like a puppet. “About a King.”

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The Lion Dream

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As he slept, images of wild grinning cats with fiery manes prowled his head. They were in an open plain with nothing nearby, moving stiffly and they knocked off his son’s crown and bit off his arm, crying inky crocodile tears.
Of course, it was just a dream; King Ograf would never consider of going far out into the beast-infested plains that lay around the city, let alone allow his son to come with him. Besides, the young prince was an idiot, was just as likely to be eaten by guinea pigs if allowed to go out to a pet shop unaccompanied by an entourage. Continue reading