What happens to a Changeling when the fairy tale is long over and the impostor child from another realm has to grow up on the wrong side of the Ever After?

This.

Chrysalis Greene sits across the booth she secured for us at the Admiral's Grave. She wears a black leather jacket slightly too big for her that's scuffed up from a few spills off the ( Read more... )

There was a meanness to the rain this morning, a grudge in the wind that let you know it wasn't business - it was personal, Fool's Spring unmasked to reveal thunder crack and lightning slash. I had spent the night over at the Wolf Angel's smoking and joking but woke from a 7.5mg Melatonin Coma to the Tempest Primeval. Armed with cigarettes and a To ( Read more... )

It's Bad Drama from Beyond the Grave, when an old friend, dead some two decades now, bursts through my wall while I'm trying to smoke a joint all shouting about needing a favor real quick. Startled shitless I leap out of my bed and land with my dick-beaters raised in Get Some Style. He doesn't float. He doesn't glow. He doesn't hide the hole in the ( Read more... )

Bopping along a stream with Deerhunter's "Octet" on the 'phones and smoking a joint. It's dusk. The park, one of a hundred scattered across Terminus like green islands in a gray sea, is abandoned at this hour too late for joggers, too soon for winos. Something catches my eye. A green plastic soldier - the one machine gun and an oversized walkie- ( Read more... )

Still Hex exiled from the gig economy but scored a little bloodhound work under the table. Assignment: Sniff out this Alt-Right Hate Mage using the astral frequencies to feed, and feed off of, the ethnonationalist chaos ravaging the nation. Standard Issue Psychic Vampire BullShit. Only instead of draining the victims outright this parasite makes ( Read more... )

Election Day here in Terminus and once again I managed to score me a freelance necromancy gig for Deep State Nine. The assignment's simple. Raise an unstoppable army of the living dead and have them go vote Blue for the Reds to turn this Purple State a Socialist Sassy Pink. I can get away with it too because it's only illegal for someone living to ( Read more... )

TW::: Suicide. Rape. Mental Health Issues:::

How are you supposed to tell when a witch is off her meds? What separates the ghosts from the hallucinations, the telepathy from the schizophrenia, the ritual from the pathological? How are we to weed the creeping delusions from reality, when in reality they converse freely with Goddesses of Moon, Flame ( Read more... )

Drinking champagne from the leather boot of a $5,000 an hour dominatrix after they've flayed the attitude from your grin. The satisfaction of wrapping a vintage sports car around the cross of an ancient church. Arriving first class in a rural ghetto for the sole purpose of boxing strangers at a dive bar. Such were the luxuries indulged by members ( Read more... )

Open your frequencies, check your channels. This is an emergency dispatch broadcasting from one bunker under siege to the next, one isolation survivor to anyone else out there struggling with that voice in your head right now.

You know the voice I'm talking about. The one that's only gotten louder as the country moves deeper into lockdown. The one ( Read more... )

Astral travel is real and with Terminus under quarantine it's the only way for a freelance mage to hustle up a buck in the gig economy. Control wants its outside consultants both on the job and properly engaged in the arts of social distancing. Which means all assignments are to be conducted strictly through the astral frequencies. The thing is, ( Read more... )