Molly returns from the sea to find a paper-wrapped package waiting for her outside the shop (Glanthworths' Artifice, No. 18 Ironmonger's, Amber City, Amber. Conveniently located!). No name other than hers. No return address. Begman-style paranoia ensues.

( Gloves on! Goggles down! )

Victory never tasted so bitter, but I'd reckon Mum's probably proud of me, taking this first step. To my mind she showed us her blessing the whole trip. Even counting them grabby-tentacled misbegots. She wouldn't've  wanted to go making things too easy on her girl. Not my Mum. And she twisted her knife in my heart a couple times, just to make ( Read more... )

Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a torn, beaten, stained, maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of fluffy kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink ( Read more... )