Believe it or not, sometimes I write things that are unrelated to Nadiel. Call it a compulsion. Anyway, here: have a sketch. I reckon we’ll call this one Anima. She’ll hope it’s a dream later on. She’ll try to rationalize it, forming it into a wobbly excuse for the terror that rips through her on…
Author: EAB
EAB writes all manner of things.
Antonio Canova
Folks, I’m exhausted. I wrapped up the first draft of the trilogy in which our dear friend Nadiel has a starring role a few days ago, and I just don’t have a tale for you to read this week. “All” of “us” here are tired. Sorry. In the interests of giving you something to check…
On Time: The Hours
Nadiel is still away this week. Sorry. One of the greatest discoveries that we humans made during the 20th century was the concept of relativity. To describe part of it very, very simply, imagine you’re on a train that’s travelling over a bridge spanning a river at a rate of 50 mph/80 kph. Are you…
Musical Interlude #2: Joy
As I mentioned in a previous post, angels’ Keys are the core of their Graces. It’s part of what makes them immortal, and on a certain level, it operates as a guiding principle. If we humans were able to sense Graces and detect the Key beneath them, they would sound distinctly musical. Nadiel has described…
Astaroth’s Wager, the Conclusion (Really!)
Back to Astaroth’s Wager, Part XVI. The police were there, and they were asking questions about what had happened. They wanted to know why the stove hadn’t been repaired. They wanted to know why Thomas hadn’t been at the office when they called. They wanted to know why his wife and infant child were still…
Astaroth’s Wager, Part XVI
Back to Astaroth’s Wager, Part XV. Adelaide and Hank were still sleeping soundly when Thomas got up the next morning. He admired and envied the peace of their slumber and saw no need to wake them as he slipped out of the bedroom. Florence was already stirring in the kitchen, however, and she offered to make…
Astaroth’s Wager, Part XV
Back to Astaroth’s Wager, Part XIV. “Astaroth, tomorrow’s the first. You have five days to wrap this up,” Svipul cautioned. “What do you have planned?” “Oh, I guess it’s time. I can’t wait to be myself in public again, I tell you.” Astaroth called to her favorite Neku, “Caius! Florence is waiting for you to…
Astaroth’s Wager, Part XIV
Back to Astaroth’s Wager, Part XIII. It was the morning of May 31, 1937, and Adelaide was wickedly exhausted. A great amount of her exhaustion had come from the complete lack of sleep she’d had since Hank was born, but it wasn’t Hank’s fault at all. He didn’t cry or fuss as much as other…
Astaroth’s Wager, Part XIII
Back to Astaroth’s Wager, Part XII. It was just past two in the morning on December 25, 1936, when Caius returned to his master. Astaroth was sitting before a roaring fire in the drawing room of a mansion in Beverly Hills. Caius inhabited the body of a rat and leapt onto her shoulder. “I have…