I’ve been sitting on this story for quite a while. Trickster is a combination passion project and what I hope is a magnum opus. While I outline and draft and edit the beast, I’ll let you have the playlist for the “vibes”. Series Theme: “Ótta” by Sólstafir “Trickster” Theme: “I Am My Own Muse” by
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There’s no such thing as an original story. We’ve told them all so many times, we’ve developed archetypal arcs and structural beats. We know when a story isn’t right. And everyone and their mother has a modern retelling of some ancient myth they just have to share. But are we prioritising this rightness of a
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The fun thing about meeting new people is talking to them about so many things. But one thing I’m painfully aware of is just how confusing the English language is (see this post for more). There’s a reason I say it’s a bastard language. But as a quick summary, English is the de facto language
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We all know of how Camelot fell from grace when Lancelot accepted the queen’s invitation to her bed. Can you ignore such a thing from a queen in the first place? But being the person I am, I stumbled upon Galehaut, a figure in the Arthurian legends while Wiki-hopping one day and haven’t looked back
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Farewell wanderlust, you’ve been oh so kind You brought me to this party, but you left me here behind And so long to the person you begged me to be She’s down, she’s dead Instead, what is left but this old satin dress and the mess that you left when you told me I wasn’t
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Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib’d In one self place; but where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be. – Christopher Marlowe, “Doctor Faustus” Act ii, Scene i 1: INSOLENCE OF OFFICE The townhouse in the Upper East Side had an air about it, the sort which hinted
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Men at some time are masters of their fates:The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,But in ourselves, that we are underlings. – William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act 1 scene ii The cemetery of Avonditch was shrouded in mist as the long and limping figure of Henry Báthory made its way up towards a
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“When beggars die, there are no comets seen,The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.” – William Shakespeare, “Julius Caesar”, Act 2, scene ii CHAPTER 1 The moon hung bright and low in the starless sky as my eyes blinked open against it. Theground under me was unforgiving, unrelenting, as stones and other assembled
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The reason no man knows; let it sufficeWhat we behold is censured by our eyes.Where both deliberate, the love is slight:Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? – Christopher Marlowe 1: Startled Cries 1,800 BCE, KNOSSOS The sun hadn’t quite set over the horizon as Ariadne Konosotis watched from the balcony as a
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