The company was old. The company was weak, having lost its way. Fear holding it down. Cowardice forcing it back. Once strong. Once great. Having stood too long against the dark and ancient creatures that had existed since before time itself had formed. Leaving them. Ignoring them. Allowing evil to fester and grow in the world. Andrew remembered what had once been. Knew what stalked them. Would face the ancient and nameless monsters that no longer feared the company. Would find the secret and hidden groups of men who conspired against the company and sought the end of days. Andrew wanted the company to be great again. Would go to any lengths to make the dark fear the members of the company once more. Would pay any price. Sacrifice his mind. Give up his life. To make the company whole once more.
Genre . . .
Urban Fantasy
Paranormal & Psychological Horror
Cthulhu Macbeth
Avant-Garde as Fuck
Themes . . .
The Burden of Duty
The Nature of Fear
Loss & Sacrifice
Setting . . .
The story unfolds in a contemporary urban city and its
surrounding rural areas. It explores the psychological toll of confronting
unseen horrors and the weight of responsibility involved in fighting them. It
questions whether fearlessness is a strength or a dangerous delusion.
Story . . .
Andrew Carver, a weary guardian against the encroaching
darkness, grapples with doubt and loss as he and his dwindling company battle monstrous
entities. Facing a possible conspiracy as well as the emotional toll of their
calling, Andrew’s pursuit of truth and his wife’s unwavering support become
intertwined with the fate of their secret society.
Tease . . .
Smell. Tickling the nose. Like compost. Half-baked
mud. Rotten apple-cores. Inching forward. Violin faster. Mosquitoes buzzing
right behind the ear. Step. Stench of putrefying flesh. Slowly burning. Step.
Week-old vomit and bile. More shape than shadow. Darkness in darkness.
Shivered. More mass of flesh than body. Partially liquified. Shifting under a
thick membrane. Skin. Matted fur. Hair. Tangle. Wet. Clotted blood. Limbs like
a spider. Paul threw up. Jason screamed. Andrew ran.
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The Etymology of Fire |
The Faire Folk of Gideon |
The Magic Flute |
Merriweather’s Guide to the English Language |
Pyrrhic Kingdom |
String Finger Theatre |
Tourist Hunter |
The Urban Goatherds |
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