The Maker Unmade

Lawrence Harding   “Well,” said Old Alfonse. “That was unexpected.” He and his companions stared fixedly at the centre of the room and the morbid tableau that lay there, illuminated by the guttering candlelight. “Can’t say I haven’t been hoping for it,” rasped Ragnar’s dry, sardonic voice. “It took him long enough,” agreed a voiceContinue reading “The Maker Unmade”

The Trials of Brother Abelard

Lawrence Harding (Originally published as James McIntosh)               As touching the terrors of the night,             They are as many as our sins.             Thomas Nashe, The Terrors of the Night, 1594 Brother Abelard openly admitted that he was a sinner. But didn’t all monks say that? The difference was that Brother Abelard hadContinue reading “The Trials of Brother Abelard”

Malstop and the Demon

Lawrence Harding The Reverend Tobias Malstop, rector of the charming parish of Tunny-on-Wye, was not accustomed to being called upon outside the demands of the divine office. The tiny house he occupied in the shadow of his modest church was seldom graced by visitors. Social calls were unheard of. Those who did take it uponContinue reading “Malstop and the Demon”

The Story of the Exposition Nomads

Lawrence Harding Dr Sebastian Mikhel could scarcely contain his excitement as he was led through the camp. He had done it. He had finally done it. Years of searching, following after vague trails and vaguer rumours, had led to this. This was the kind of encounter his colleagues at the Department of Anthropology at theContinue reading “The Story of the Exposition Nomads”

Wisdom Enough

Lawrence Harding “Almighty sage!” cried the young man as he shouldered his way into the tiny hut, his mane of hair flowing down his shoulders and his over-polished sword held high and gleaming improbably brightly. “I have come to receive your wisdom!” Quenzance sighed and looked over the top of his spectacles. “Why?” The youthContinue reading “Wisdom Enough”

The Burden of Tradition

Lawrence Harding Not all kingdoms fall quickly. When they do, frankly, it can be a mercy. If there are ashes, people are more inclined to rebuild something out of them. Much more glorious, see? Kingdoms that die slowly, though? Painful to watch. They can’t even see what’s happening as they fossilize. People cling to what’sContinue reading “The Burden of Tradition”

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