tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32426502011-04-21T14:09:59.781-04:00Words and Reflections at the Eldritch CafeDan L-Knoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242650.post-1130283346527900042005-10-25T19:35:00.000-04:002005-10-25T19:35:46.536-04:00

According to the laws of melodrama, there should’ve been a storm brewing. The scenario was certainly right for it. But behind me, the dark sky and the darker sea were both calm. Having only a few yards of rotting pier between me and both of them meant this wasn’t much of a comfort, though.My hands were tied behind my back with plastic cords, and there was a man in a dark suit holding each of my

Dan L-Knoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242650.post-1130283267737398912005-10-25T19:33:00.000-04:002005-10-25T19:34:27.746-04:00

You took too long getting to the park, and lingered too long there afterwards. Now it’s getting dusk and time to go home – and home is still the better part of an hour away, to go the long way. The alley would be much shorter, naturally, but that’s out of the question. Once the streetlights come on, He’s going to be there, waiting. You don’t need to go and look. You know.Still, you’re in a

Dan L-Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242650.post-1091751093712826492004-08-05T19:53:00.000-04:002007-01-28T04:54:28.913-05:00

This story was written as a chapbook for the auction table at Swampstock XI and was composed over a week or so in mid-July 2004. (The finished volume went home with one Matthew Turley, who won it with the high bid of $15.) Like most of the recent Jenny Haniver stories in prose, it's told by Jenny in first person. The events it chronicles take place sometime after The Vasty Deep and before the

Dan L-Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3242650.post-1065676223673368652004-08-05T13:10:00.000-04:002004-08-05T14:57:12.843-04:00

For the last couple of years, you haven't been able to put ear to wall in Norton's buzzing occult community without hearing the name "Jenny Haniver." From our own fair town and the Tower campus to the streets of Bruges and Glasgow, this headstrong, confident young magus has been making waves, kicking ass and helping disheveled-chic look good again. With her unmistakable Harry Potter-cum-grrlpunk

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IN THE BEGINNING there was formlessness, and neither space nor matter. Then things Became, and it's all been downhill from there. But the Eldritch were there at the start of it all, watching, creating, changing. They're still out there. Vast, shifting, terrible, wondrous. And whenever something stirs in a deep pool on a young world, and starts to set down the path of becoming other than it

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