"His companion, on the other hand, was sober, well-dressed,
slender, and mustached. His dark hair had been parted precisely down the
middle;
indeed, everything about him was precise."
indeed, everything about him was precise."
"Question forgotten, Marjorie gaped, heart pounding, to see Zupan
standing atop a small pyramid that had not been on stage a moment
before, dressed in the robe and headdress she’d thought she’d seen at
the
beginning of his act. The headdress was Egyptian, of the nemes-style made famous by Tutankhamun, except that Zupan’s looked
to be of no real substance, comprised instead entirely of chryselephantine
electricity. As were his robes, Marjorie realized, when as he began to descend
the pyramid one bolt of crackling energy moved strangely, momentarily revealing
a flash of flesh that left her blushing. She kept her eyes on his face after
that. He was naked under the garment—
if garment it was."
Molly Tanzer, Mysterium Tremendum
From a story provided exclusively for an Illustro Obscurum collaboration
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