Ghost Hunting at Hanging Rock

Yes, it’s our mid-week medley, that popular feature where people tell us about exciting stuff and then we forget to mention them anyway. Today, Django goes into complete reversal, the charming, erudite Tim Prasil has been given parole to edit another anthology, and Joan Lindsay’s Picnic at Hanging Rock is revisited in a new e-book from Ansible Editions.

First, that lurcher note. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single longdog needs his bottom scratched. Django is the least prey-oriented lurcher we have ever had, but he really is obsessed with being the wrong way round. And with being somewhat of a kangaroo, but that’s not relevant here.

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django: the front end

Ever since we took him on, we have noticed his limited interest in having his front end attended to. Our late Jade used to like a nuzzle now and then. Chilli is nose-insistent to the point of knocking the glasses off your face so she can shove her cold, wet proboscis in your eye. Twiglet was constantly muzzle-to-muzzle, usually with her tongue up your nose. Django, however, was always one for a scritch around his tail or haunches, and in the last few months he’s developed reversing to a fine art.

His standard attempt to grab attention now is by backing into you forcefully until you scratch his bottom. If this doesn’t work, and you’re low enough down, he plonks his rear down on you. As JLG regularly lays on the floor to ease his rubbish spine, this leaves your jolly writer-chum with a large, heather-brindled lurcher sat on his shoulder, like an alarmingly mutated parrot. Given that Django is muscular and over 30 kilos, this is not entirely comfortable.

We are watching this development with interest. Either we try to teach him that a little ear noogie is preferable, or we build an automated bottom-scratcher. Or we teach him to say ‘Pieces of Eight’ when we have visitors. It’s a hard one, that.


A Multitude of Ghosts

As for debonair man-about-college Tim Prasil, we are delighted that Coachwhip Publications have published a second of his period anthologies – Those Who Haunt Ghosts: A Century of Ghost Hunter Fiction.

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“This collection of ghost hunter fiction–28 short stories and novellas from the 1820s to the 1920s–includes such renowned authors as Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Henry James, Charlotte Riddell, Ambrose Bierce, H.G. Wells, Arthur Conan Doyle, Algernon Blackwood, Rudyard Kipling, Sax Rohmer, and H.P. Lovecraft. With an enlightening introduction and helpful footnotes provided by supernatural fiction scholar Tim Prasil, this book is a first-of-its-kind source for this distinctive branch of ghost fiction and will be a treasured addition to any ghost-story library.”

If you’re not familiar with Tim’s work, we once dubbed him the Occult Detective Detective, because he spends so much time ferreting out such folk. His first anthology was Giving Up the Ghosts: Short-Lived Occult Detective Series by Six Renowned Authors. This included Fitz-James O’Brien’s Harry Escott, Gelett Burgess’s Enoch Garrish, Algernon Blackwood’s Jim Shorthouse, L.T. Meade and Robert Eustace’s Diana Marburg, A.M. Burrage’s Derek Scarpe, and Conrad Richter’s Matson Bell.

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Unfortunately, Coachwhip don’t do e-formats, so we haven’t had a look at the new one yet. It does remind us, however, we recently re-read H G Wells’ The Red Room (aka The Ghost of Fear). This is one of the most worrying stories of the period and well worth finding on-line. It’s not quite what you might expect – a piece of psychological horror that questions assumptions and twists the usual ‘haunted room’ trope.

“Mention has been made of the weird work of H. G. Wells and A. Conan Doyle. The former, in “The Ghost of Fear”, reaches a very high level; while all the items in Thirty Strange Stories have strong fantastic implications.”

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You’ll also be able to read Tim’s take on such things again in his article ‘How to be a Victorian Ghost Hunter’, appearing in the first issue of Occult Detective Quarterly, which should be heading for the printers in about a week. The less savoury aspect of Tim’s work is that he wrote the excellent and most diverting Vera van Slyke paranormal tales. Such tales constantly threaten to sideline greydog’s own period Tales of the Last Edwardian. But if you really must, his book of Vera stories, Help for the Haunted, is tragically well worth it.

You can pick up a copy of Those Who Haunt Ghosts here:

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Hanging Rock

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from the 1975 film, sbs

Now to a book which not only caught the imagination of millions and which was also made into a major film. Picnic at Hanging Rock was written in 1967 by an Australian author Joan Lindsay (1896-1984). Originally an artist, Lindsay wrote a parody of travel books in 1936 under the pseudonym Serena Livingston-Stanley. She followed that with a number of factual works (on subjects such as the Red Cross, and on art). Then, in the sixties, she produced three new books – Time without Clocks (1962), Facts Soft and Hard (1964), and finally Picnic at Hanging Rock.

Picnic at Hanging Rock is not like her other work, although it’s said that she had experimented with some darker plays in the 1920s. It’s been described as a Gothic mystery, exploring death and femininity. The book concerns female students from an Australian women’s college, who go on a St Valentine’s Day picnic in 1900, visiting Hanging Rock, an area in Victoria, Australia, which is is know for its peculiar geological formations. The Hanging Rock itself is basically a large boulder balanced on two others.

The Wurundjeri

This area, north of Melbourne, formed part of the territory of the Wurundjeri people, but as so often happened, they were chucked out in the 1800s. Or bought out with blankets and sundries, as in John Batman’s ‘deal’ with them in 1835.

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john wesley burtt, c 1875

In fact the Wurundjeri seem to have had a rough time of it, being forcibly moved more than once.

“Wurundjeri dispossession of land took place not just through displacement, but also through disconnection. Land was sold, bush was cleared for the creation of roads and buildings, and wetlands were drained. Over time, even the course of the Yarra River was changed. The disruption of sacred sites might be termed desecration. For the Wurundjeri, who had a spiritual connection to the land, these changes had a devastating impact on all aspects of their health and well being.”

The Aboriginal History of Yarra

If you’re interested in Hanging Rock, then it might be a mark of respect to check out its original people.

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the hanging rock reserve, freeaussiestock.com
the hanging rock reserve, freeaussiestock.com

The Lindsay story: In short, three of the girls and one of their teachers inexplicably vanish, which has the community in uproar and provokes further disastrous occurrences for people at the school. Some readers considered the book to be a record of an actual event, and Lindsay refused to confirm or deny outright that the book was fiction. She even hinted that bits of it might be true.

“Whether Picnic at Hanging Rock is fact or fiction, my readers must decide for themselves. As the fateful picnic took place in the year nineteen hundred, and all the characters who appear in this book are long since dead, it hardly seems important.”

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It is, however, pretty certain that it was what we experienced writers call ‘made up’. It provoked enormous interest at the time, and became known as one of the great Australian novels of the period.

Hanging Rock Secrets

The final chapter, which is supposed to partly explain what happened to the missing people, was apparently deleted at the request of the publisher, and not published until twenty years later, three years after Lindsay’s death. We should point out that the missing bit, The Secret of Hanging Rock, is only about 12 pages long, not a whole detailed breakdown of the what and why of it all.

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Anyhow, in 1980, before the missing chapter was published, writer/critic Yvonne Rousseau wrote a book called The Murders at Hanging Rock, which offered a number of potential solutions to the mystery. As the SFE says, Rousseau presented:

“four mutually incompatible approaches to the novel’s central mystery include analyses in terms of classical detective fiction, Hermetic magic and Australian Dreamtime Fantastika.”

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Ansible Editions, the child of that talented author and reviewer David Langford, have now produced the first e-version of Rousseau’s work.

“What really happened at Hanging Rock on St Valentine’s Day in 1900?

“Picnic at Hanging Rock is the source for this erudite literary entertainment, which will be enjoyed and appreciated by all scholars and lovers of unsolved mysteries. In The Murders at Hanging Rock, Yvonne Rousseau offers four logical, carefully worked-out but thoroughly tongue-in-cheek explanations of the fate of the missing picnickers from Appleyard College.

“Now reprinted with a foreword by John Taylor which casts yet more light on the subject.”

You can get hold of a copy here:

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We came across this news yesterday. By genuine coincidence, we are seeking to acquire one of David Langford’s excellent Dagon Smythe occult detective parodies for ODQ as well. It’s a big, small world out there.


The greydog Writes

As our parting (or Parthian) shot today, we’ll remind you that if you like murder and mystery, a new John Linwood Grant tale, The Adventure of the Dragoman’s Son, is now out in Volume One of the new anthology Holmes Away from Home. Lots of Holmes, but no ghosts or Australians.

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Or you can spend mere pennies (almost) by picking up the e-book of old greydog’s substantial, five star rated novella, A Study in Grey, of which it has kindly been said:

“Some authors create names for a story, this author fills them with life and personality. I loved the controlled sense of suspense, and the sheer wit.”

“Grant masterfully weaves together these two seemingly dissonant fictional realms: the “no ghosts need apply” world of Sherlock Holmes and Carnacki’s, where ghosts not only apply — they prove worthy of the job.”

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By this you can gather that the freezer is low on dog food again.

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wurundjeri cloak

In a couple of days – a terrific feature and interview on new weird fiction magazine Turn to Ash, with editor/publisher Benjamin Holesapple…

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King Arthur & the Writers of the Round Table

Who was Arthur of the Britons? Was he a king, a war-leader, a saint? Did he fight at Badon, and did he die at Camlann? There is, of course, an old Yorkshire legend that King Arthur and his knights lie in enchanted sleep in a cave in the Dales, only to be awoken in time of great need. At which point, local farmers will tell them to bugger off because they’re annoying the sheep. The last meeting of the Round Table will be at Betty’s Tea Room in Harrogate. Galahad will argue that he only had a coffee and one scone, whereas Bedivere had a macaroon as well…

graham chapman, perhaps one of the finest interpretations of king arthur yet
graham chapman, perhaps one of the finest interpretations of king arthur yet

Hello, dear listener. Today we offer you an excellent interview with award-winning curator/editor Nicole Petit. Apart from other projects which we shall mention, this year Nicole took charge of a new anthology, After Avalon, for 18thWall Productions.

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And it is to that volume we spring now, with some enthusiasm, for within its post-Roman walls lie post-Arthurian tales aplenty, as Merlin explains:

“In the days when Arthur’s dream was dimmed, as grey embers under storm, actors from our reverie still acted. A boy ventures into decaying Broceliande with the May Hawk’s daughter, both in search of fathers. Sir Gawain, bereft of his nation, rides in search of my tomb—but finds a friend turned enemy. In the Britain’s hour of need, the round table will be restored to defend Logres in the sky, in the London Blitz.

“My tutor, Bleys, will take a fool’s horse, and two adventurers will trace my dying steps across the world. Sir Lionel’s remains will visit the remains of the Arthurian world, and the Victorians will strive to make a gentleman of Mordred. The Questing Beast will never cease to haunt Pellinore’s line, no matter how far north they trend. The old witch, Morgan, will seek forgiveness. The holy lance will appear once more. And a queen who is no longer a queen will meet a knight who is no longer a knight, and both will marvel at the grave of the greatest king who served his country.”

We have resisted the temptation to explore the many hundreds of historical King Arthur trails, which is unlike us, because we really ought to hear from Nicole. Fantasy roots, curating versus editing, and Dr Who also rear their heads, so let’s get down to it…

An Interview with Nicole Petit

 

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greydog: Welcome to greydogtales, Nicole. Today we’re planning to focus on your recent work curating the post-Arthurian anthology After Avalon – partly because we’ve just read it and if we don’t, we’ll forget what we’re doing. But we can use this opportunity to talk a bit about other stuff. Maybe you could ease us in by saying something about your fantasy roots, and how you got interested in the fantastical?

Nicole: Hey! Great to be here! I’ve been into fantasy for as long as I can remember, really. One of my earliest and fondest memories is of my mother reading Lord of the Rings to me. She did a mean Gollum impression.

I willingly chose to write an essay about Tolkien’s concept of the eucatasrophe in high school, so his writing has had a profound impact on me—not just as a writer, but as a person.

I also got into Brian Jacques’ Redwall series as a kid. I also developed a love of mythological creatures, like the White Stag and the Questing Beast and Reynard the Fox, which is something I brought with me into university when I wrote a story bible for a video game involving the three as playable characters. I got an award for that when I graduated, much to the confusion of my very Literary Fiction focused Creative Writing major.

greydog: Your current incarnation is as a curator/editor. You’re a staunch dragon enthusiast – you’ve curated two collections, From the Dragon Lord’s Library 1 and 2, and written The Dragon Lord’s Secretary. Tell us a little about the last one – was that your first major piece of fiction?

Nicole: I’m definitely a dragon fan, no hiding that!

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Yes, The Dragon Lord’s Secretary is my first real finished story. It’s a smaller part of a larger series that I’ve been worldbuilding for years. James Bojaciuk approached me in our college writer’s group, having seen a portion of an entirely different story set in this same world, and asked for more of the setting.

To be honest, I decided to give him a story with dragons as a personal challenge. He’d told me that he hated dragons, never seen a good story with them in it. To cut a long story short, he loves them now.

greydog: You also put together the recent Just So Stories anthology, a tribute to and reflection on Rudyard Kipling’s original Just So tales. How time learned to be bedtime, why gravity holds us so tight, why ducks have such silly voices and more. In the anthology you included some genuine Kipling, is that right?

Nicole: That’s right! The Kipling stories we included are ones you don’t typically find in the prints of Just So, I’m not quite sure why they’re not included. It felt fitting to put them into the anthology that’s a tribute to his work.

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n c wyeth, 1922

greydog: Now, we must face up to the Big Man. King Arthur, Arthurus, Artor – he may not have existed. He may have been many people, bundled together to create a good story centuries later. He may have been a minor king, a leader of a small war-band or even just a particularly stubborn soldier. What would you personally like him to have been?

Nicole: I’ve always been a fan of Doctor Who’s interpretation of him in Battlefield, though I don’t know if I’d say I really want him to be an alien. From a purely factual/historical perspective I tend to side with the Riothamus theory.

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rochefoucauld grail, 14th-century illuminated manuscript

But as far as what I’d personally like, I’m fond of the interpretation of him as a rebel warleader with a Viking wife just as much as I love the larger than life myth of the Once and Future King.

greydog: Riothamus is a good one, British and Breton. Given the subject matter, it’s fitting that After Avalon is as representative of the Arthurian legend as the historical tales, coming at the subject matter from all sides and offering multiple interpretations. The anthology is extremely varied (to its credit). Did you have to turn down many more ‘traditional’ approaches to the subject, the sort of straightforward sword and sorcery tales?

Nicole: There were a handful of those. I do remember one went and made Arthur an Orc. I expected a lot more sword and sorcery than I got, actually. I was very surprised, and very pleased, with the wide variety of stories that were submitted.

greydog: We’re not really a review site, but we will pick out a couple of stories that were particularly interesting. The Knight of the Ice Moon by Patricia S Bowne is effectively a medieval legend/tale in its own right, whose equivalent might be found in period material. What attracted you to this?

Nicole: Patricia wrote one of my absolute favourite stories in Just So Stories, “The Nidibalan,” so she’d already proven herself a capable author. And when I saw her submission, “The Knight of the Ice Moon,” I knew I was in for something great.

She has a talent for capturing the spirit of whatever I’ve asked for in the guidelines, whether it be a Just So folk tale or a work of Arthurian Lit. And that’s what I look for most in submissions, does this capture the spirit of the author/genre/time period/general theme the anthology is paying tribute to?

greydog: And the other was Claudia Quint’s Mordred, Beguiled, enjoyable in quite a different way for its take on Mordred/Medraut and his fate, set in Victorian times. It’s an affecting story, which reminded us that one of the key characters least covered in After Avalon is King Arthur himself. Was his presence in the shadows only a deliberate choice?

Nicole: My initial pitch of the concept of After Avalon was telling the stories of the aftermath of Camlann, and how Arthur’s absence affected those who served or fought him. So yes, although I didn’t explicitly ask for stories to keep him out (I don’t want to limit an author’s ability to surprise me with something I didn’t know I wanted), I did want to keep his presence more to the background.

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mordred, h j ford, 1902

greydog: What’s your own favourite piece of Arthurian literature, classic or contemporary?

Nicole: Well I already mentioned Battlefield, which has my favorite companion Ace referring to the legendary Excalibur as a paper knife, and a really great Morgaine played by Jean Marsh.

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facing jean marsh’s morgaine in dr who: battlefield

It’s probably terribly cliché but my favorite classic is Gawain and the Green Knight. It was the first Arthurian tale I ever read and Bertilak became one of my favorite characters.

How to Editorate

greydog: You’re described as curating the anthologies with which you’ve been involved, rather than as editing them. The term curate has become far more common in the last ten years. It does have connotations of selecting and presenting fine pieces – even people like Neil Gaiman have curated. Is it editing but with a nicer hat? Or do you see a distinct difference?

Nicole: It’s definitely a different hat for me, I edit a few of the series that 18thWall has going on, Dead West being the main one at the moment, and the process is quite different. With Dead West I spend a lot more time doing the proper editing work—fact checking historical references, ensuring that the characters and world stay consistent, while also providing the author with assistance whenever they hit a creative road block.

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dead west book one

Meanwhile when curating, I do things a bit differently; while I do some of the editing work still I am a bit less directly hands on with the pieces and spend a lot more time seeing each submission as a piece of a larger whole. My focus is considering each submission in relation to the overarching premise of the anthology.

greydog: Good breakdown. Speaking of your curator role, we can’t let you go without mentioning your work on Spiritualists and Speakeasies, the anthology due out next year, mostly because the old greydog, John Linwood Grant, is in it – and he needs every bone he can get. Care to give us a hint about that one?

Nicole: I can say that your story is one of my personal favourites in the collection! It’s a delight seeing you toss Henry Dodgson into America’s roaring twenties, with all those spiritualists and speakeasies the title implies. And more than a bit of hoodoo magic, handled in a way I don’t think I’ve ever seen hoodoo handled before.

I’m more than happy to shamelessly plug for both of us and ask your readers to check it out when it hits the virtual shelves.

greydog: We have no shame – we have lurchers to feed. We were tempted to use the word Ace somewhere in the interview – and we gave in. Perhaps you could briefly share your recent Dr Who adventure with us?

Nicole: Lucky for you I even mentioned Battlefield, so it sounds like this might’ve been planned or something! I recently was blessed with the opportunity to go to the Long Island Doctor Who convention where I, among other things, got meet Ace herself, the amazing Sophie Aldred. It was an honour to meet her each of those three days I was there.

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nicole and sophie aldred

She was incredibly sweet, since I was cosplaying Ace most of that time we compared patches and pins and she even let me wear the famous bomber jacket. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t starstruck. I also got to meet the series editor of the Seventh Doctor’s run, Andrew Cartmel, and we were able to talk writing for a while and I learned a lot from him! There are plenty of stories I could tell, but that would take up a whole other interview I think.

greydog: We must cover Dr Who in more detail some other time. Finally, what’s next on your own to-do list, apart from Spiritualists and Speakeasies? Curating, writing or something entirely different?

Nicole: Currently I’m collaborating with James Bojaciuk on a Sherlock Holmes story involving the Dragon Lord’s Secretary herself, back in her younger wilder, western days caught up in a crime the master detective is trying to solve. It plays off events brought up in The Valley of Fear.

I’m also in the middle of editing a series that’s from the author of one of the stories in After Avalon, Bel Nemeton, expanding upon the world and characters of that short. There are some other series coming up on my plate, but it’s too early to say much.

greydog: Many thanks for joining us in the kennels.

Nicole: Thanks for having me, it’s been a great time!


You can find out more about King Arthur’s legacy by picking up a copy of After Avalon now,  from 18thWall themselves:

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Or from Amazon UK or US:

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clive owen's king arthur
clive owen’s king arthur

Later in the week, lurcher news, supernatural book news and another very enjoyable interview, this time with the editor/publisher of the magazine Turn to Ash….

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Os Penitens: The Place of Nine Despairs

A brief visit to Os Penitens, the Mouth of War, today. I’m clambering through too many strands of writing and editing at the moment, so here’s a fragment of dark fantasy from a longer work which may become a full tale in its own right with time – or may not. The Gynarch alone knows.

It’s my favourite character of that city – the unusual Nemors…

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The Place of Nine Despairs

 

These are not the hands I will use.

These hands are old. They do not straighten, nor do they grip with the strength that will be needed. And my daughter would ask me: Most noble father, is that murder, the shadow which clings to your fingers?

What would I answer? I have never lied to her.

“Yes, child. I have made murder on the enemy of my heart.”

It would not do.

So I go to the Place of Nine Despairs. I go to a meeting which no man should want, which most must surely regret…

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She stood on the precipice, the heels of her boots on stone, the toes on air. Lichen-mottled strongholds loomed behind her; a three hundred foot drop lay before her. Down there, choked with travellers, the road called Isaine’s Sorrow snaked through the district of Deuseptis and did its duty.

The Nine Despairs was a terrace of worked stone, less than a spear’s throw wide, but longer than ten brigantines. Looking down, she noticed that the fall-nets were still tended, centuries after the last death here. History paid prentices to scramble up the crags and re-knot the ropes, clear out the nesting gulls, for history remembered cowards and honourable people. There were few of the latter now.

These days there were entertainments at the Nine Despairs, amusements for the sons and daughters of the gens. The iron baskets which had once held watch-fires were stacked high with perfumed woods, and children climbed on the ballista mounts, scraping their knees on rusted bearings.

She turned from the edge. It was late in the Hour of the Grey Snake, and tendrils of cloud were gathering in the east, talking amongst themselves of a dawn which was soon to come. Soon, and they would be grey no longer.

A time and a place for meeting strangers.

And here was the stranger coming, his cloak clutched tight, his head low.

I have need, he had said at a gin stall on Isaine’s Sorrow, five hours ago, and pointed up to the heights. When the Grey Snake ends, he added.

She had no objection to need. It tended to pay well.

He limped as he came, joining her near the edge but not so near. He was keeping to a section where some of the carved stone parapet had survived.

“You are Nemors?” he asked, letting his cloak fall. An old face. A sunken face, knots of muscle withered at the corners of his lips, shadows under almost colourless eyes.

“I carry no mark,” she said.

“No, you wouldn’t. Not if you were her.” He coughed, wiping spittle from the corner of his mouth with his cloak. “Nemors is not like others.”

“You will know who I am later,” she pointed out. “When you pay me.”

“Yes, of course. It concerns…. concerns the gens Malphebes.”

Nemors had nothing to say. The pointless, convoluted politics of the great gens held little interest for her.

“My name is Urien anIscales.” He showed her the intricate pattern of silver etched on the back of his right hand, the pattern which matched him to his name. In Os Penitens, anyone could hide behind a face.

A cousin of a cousin, without even inheritance rights in the gens Iscales. Her time was being wasted.

“There are others,” she said, and turned to leave. She had no interest in the small vendettas and grievances he was no doubt about to raise.

“I have mirifics, some of great age.”

Her robes of ochre and grey swirled as she faced him again.

“What is a great age?” she asked.

“The Thirteenth Year of the Lammergeier.” He coughed again. “And some from the time of Heresen Imperator.”

“I see. You have provenance?”

He smiled for the first time, a bitter twist of his mouth. “If you really are Nemors of the Last Blessing, then you will know them. Would parchment and book really help?”

The Tower of Falling sounded the end of the hour. Its knell was taken up a moment later by the thousand shrines and towers across the city, the brass mouths of guild bells, the horns of militia at the district gates, a wave of time which washed over the city until it was spent. In Os Penitens, there was no single moment, only fragments which followed another’s lead.

The Thirteenth Year of the Lammergeier. There were certain items of that period…

“What do you wish me to do?”

He came closer. “My daughter has been dishonoured.”

“Malphebes will no doubt pay recompense. They’re used to doing that.”

“You think that I would seek out Nemors for a matter of some foolish copulation?”

“It has happened,” she said, beginning to lose interest again.

So he told her why he needed her. She listened. It was a common tale, in its beginning, but it twisted as it went. When he had finished the telling, caught in a racking cough again, she swept back the hood of her cloak.

“Your daughter is alive, at least.”

The old man managed to look at her face.

“We are nothing to them. We are stripped of rights and dignity.”

She tasted rain on the dawn breeze, considered Os Penitens laid out before her. The first few drops of a long morning spattered her face.

“You wish this man, this Tetherian, dead?”

“Exposed, shamed.” he said. “Brought to some sort of justice. The magistrates will not act.”

“This might be done.”

He leant against the nearest crumbling section of parapet, his hand hardly keeping him upright.

“The mirifics,” he said, “Are our last treasures.”

“I heard you.”

“What else must I do?”

“Comfort your daughter, I suppose. I would not know. Tell her that all will be well.”

“Will it? Will all be well?” he asked, tiredness replaced by a sudden eager tone.

“I imagine not. But as for your dishonour, I will consider the matter.”

“Do you not care?”

“Not unless I am paid to do so.”

He levered himself up right.

“They say… they say that you are no longer human.”

They stood in the grey-pink shadows of the dawn. Eventually she smiled.

“Good.”

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She was not as I had expected. A hard voice, and a harder face, yes, but she was not so greatly different in height or build from my Cristia.

I could not see her eyes, though. I had heard that there are colours in those eyes which no longer belong in this world, Gynarch protect us. I do not understand this, but I am relieved not to have seen such things.

I must beg the skinbinders. My chest is worse, and they raise their prices every month. There is little money and little honour left to anIscales.

One of these at least might soon be remedied.

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The Fawcett Saga 1: Lovecraft & the Book of Dzyan

We’re off on another wild multi-part adventure, involving the Victorian airship The Attila, lost cities, H P Lovecraft, Madame Blavatsky, Tibetans, E Nesbit’s ghost stories and how to be an anarchist. Did you pay any attention when we explained the true origins of the ghoul? No. Or when we told you the truth behind the Flying Dutchman? No. So we’re at it again. We are, unashamedly,  greydogtales, and this is Edwardian Arcane: The Fawcett Saga.

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It’s one of our fun mega-trails, so we’ll start with the easy part, and inevitably get mixed up along the way…

Forbidden Books

One of the fascinations of early weird fiction, as written by Robert W Chambers, H P Lovecraft and Clark Ashton Smith, amongst others, is the range of tantalising tomes they mention. Forbidden books, some of which drive men to terrifying and nightmarish deeds, or simply send them mad. It’s a great tradition, carried on into more recent times by writers such as Brian Lumley and Ramsey Campbell. Continue reading The Fawcett Saga 1: Lovecraft & the Book of Dzyan

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