Writing and Art by Dion Overtoun
“We are unforgivable, you know,” he says, hands washed clean, clothes straightened, not a hair out of place. I cannot help but see through it, and remember what he looked like only moments before. Wild and filthy with violence, flush with monstrosity. The truth of him laid bare. “You most of all.” He dries his […]
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As narrated by the Regent Dolores da Lucca in her personal notes. One has a student to whom they have dedicated great time and enormous attention, testing their mettle and improving their lesser qualities all the while, and that student then says they hate one for abusing and mistreating them—ungrateful does not begin to cover […]
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Content Warning: mention of sexual assault. She doesn’t know the face of the king of Ithaca; the throne goes to whoever is bold enough to sit in it of a night, drunk and japing, japing and drunk, drunk, drunk. Always drunk. Melantho keeps her head down, and creeps past the raucous men, aching and sore, […]
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The dinner is over, but the night stretches ever onward, and Quincy’s already tenuous self-control with it. Dark gaslamp fantasy/romance series.
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Four gutter bastards enter a fine dining establishment, and Quincy begins to play with fire. Dark gaslamp fantasy/romance series.
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Quincy and Falak regroup after fetching Vhatair; Falak is fine, but Quincy is rubbish, as he expected. Dark gaslamp fantasy/romance.
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Quincy Fountainpool, a troubled young gutter bastard, escorts his best friend Falak to the Pit to fetch a stranger he already despises. Dark gaslamp fantasy/romance.
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With the business of the werewolves (somewhat) put behind him, Gavin puts his focus on newer, more important goals… only to get sucked into yet more Supernatural Nonsense when his new job brings him face to face with inner-city intrigue and mysterious vampires. Why does Cho-rong care if Finley, by all accounts a feral nobody […]
Read MoreCW: body horror, violence, discussion of sexual violence, and egregious misuse/disregard of Lovecraftian canon. To be unseen and see that which is unseen is the Whateley family’s blessing and burden, so Plumeria was quite certain that the slinking presence she sensed outside the camp had not been there for very long. She got a feel […]
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Nobody brought their boats out to Land’s End, not anymore. A long, long time ago, Dot’s family had built a lighthouse on one of the islands there, and a temple to the gods of invention and progress. Nowadays, the lighthouse was derelict, the glass all shattered out and the brazier long cold. The sea had […]
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