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The Siege of Humanity

"There is no laughter," one of the Watchmen says.

"It is listening," I reply. "For once, it is listening."

by Sean McLachlan

 

Awake in the Night

"Years ago, my friend Perithoös went into the Night Lands. His whole company had perished in their flesh, or had been Destroyed in their souls. I am awake in the night, and I hear his voice."

by John C Wright

 

Catharsis

"After a hundred thousand years, it was time to clear out these Levels of the Long Siege - the lowest half-mile of the Pyramid that had borne the greatest brunt of attacks from the Night Land."

by Nigel Brown

 

The Testament of Andros

"As I recalled the way she had sung to me in the days of sunlight, the longing for her reached me from across the ages, and for the first time I understood the emptiness that had haunted me even from my childhood."

by James Stoddard

 

A Mouse in the Walls of the Lesser Redoubt

"He stood on the frozen broken plain. The frigid wind scoured his face with sharp blue snowflakes that stuck to his skin and refused to melt, sucking the heat from him. The Fixed Giants looked on, impassive as mountains. . . ."

by Nigel Atkinson

 

Meanwhile, She Dreams

". . thinking that black worlds swinging on imaginary orbits through the houses of dead constellations could still pull the strings of their earthly lives."

by Brett Davidson

 

Out

"But it can't be true. It's a myth. It's beautiful, but it's just a story."

by Pinlighter

 

The Inward Seer

" I in my tower, staring out, with that keen dread sense telling me of the vast presences outside, and of their slow, deliberate ranging toward my house. . ."

by Mark Valentine

 

Eater

" - She strives only to be part of the machine that scans the night. . ."

by Pinlighter

 

An Exhalation of Butterflies

" - Through his bare feet, he felt a subtle change in the normal vibrational timbre of the Redoubt's naked metal. . . "

by Nigel Atkinson

 

The Last Redoubt

" - it was not as if I dreamed; but, as it were, that I waked there into the dark, in the future of this world. And the sun had died;"

by William Hope Hodgson

 
 
Seeking Survival a poem by Erin Donahoe
 
To God a poem by William Hope Hodgson
 
Black Irises a poem by Lucy A.E.Ward
 
Little Rituals a poem by Lucy A.E.Ward
 
D R E A M by Pinlighter
 
 
 
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