THE BONE MASON (NYARLATHOTEP)
"He’s a walking bone; smooth and yellow, his teeth all one and sharp, like the edge of a chisel."
"He’s a walking bone; smooth and yellow, his teeth all one and sharp, like the edge of a chisel."
"You’d think he’d walk stiff but he moves smooth as a ball joint."
"You’d think he’d be weak but when he chisel-smiles your bones turn to
rubber and your blood to jelly and all you want is for him to rub you
stiff with his long, hard fingers.
All you want is for your bones to knit together so you can join him on
his long, slick walk."
"When he leaves you he takes the tiniest bones with him, the ones he says
you won’t need (the stapes, the incus and the malleus). Even so, you
call after him, 'Thank You,' because you love him and want him to
return.
He turns and says something, his face full of love and affection, but
you cannot hear his response."
Kaaron Warren, The Bone Mason
Written Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration
Written Exclusively For an Illustro Obscurum Collaboration
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DeleteNo worries, Nicky. Steve Finnell simply hasn't learned to embrace the almighty Hecate and her searing blaze. He'll get to know her in the end however. No matter how far they try to retreat into the darkness, Hecate's torch will always illuminate them.....
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