Captian's Log Statue 14 Jul 20269 Jul 2026 There once stood a stone hereabouts, carved in the shape of a man, a statue, that is. I wanted to see the face again. There was a quality to it.…
Captian's Log Noble Intentions 13 Jul 20269 Jul 2026 "The most noble intentions," he sighed. "That's what you say to your prospective father-in-law. And yet, you both know, those unimpugnable intentions involve some rather unspeakable activities—crude, biological acts for…
Captian's Log For a Kiss 11 Jul 20269 Jul 2026 We have little time, but all of time is too little, too short a span, too mean a measure, even for this kiss. You have two lips, but I have…
Captian's Log When I Was Dead 10 Jul 20264 Jul 2026 The thing that struck me, how do I say, when I was dead, I saw everyone… I saw everyone differently. Souls, I think, but something more representative than literal. You,…
Captian's Log The Vizier’s Prophecy 8 Jul 20263 Jul 2026 "But, pardon me, you are a man. You walk about on two legs, have a head, eyes in it, ears to the side. All the accoutrements. You want me to…
Captian's Log The Immortal Change: The Wizard 7 Jul 20263 Jul 2026 The thing, once a man, the thing, once nearly a god, the thing… Malevolence blazed in the furnace of its soul, the glowing embers shining with hatred through those spheres…
Captian's Log The Immortal Change: The Seeker 6 Jul 20263 Jul 2026 I don't think you've changed as much as you think. Development is change, but so is corruption; growth and decay, in an ever shifting world, one is life and another…
Captian's Log The Immortal Change: The Conservative 5 Jul 20263 Jul 2026 The change was slow, internal, as all such changes are. Time, when time can work, is incredibly destructive. Am I a god? No. A man, a very, very old man,…
Captian's Log The Side of the Angels 3 Jul 20262 Jul 2026 But can a zombie dream? I would not mind the change so much if I could dream. One must sleep to dream. They do not. So you see, it is…
Captian's Log The Sweetness of Blood 29 Jun 2026 "I've never murdered anyone with red hair on a Sunday. It's like you don't know me at all." I cocked the gun. "Really," he went on. "You have nothing to…
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