The Red Door
(or, a Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 16: The Red Door )

The Red Door
(or, a Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 15: Johnny B. Goode )

Dedicated to Lois, who seems only to have swollen lymph nodes after all, not an ominous abdominal mass, and who's already back to helpfully standing on the keyboard and stomping on my head, the dear little fuzzhead.

The Red Door
(or, a Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 14: Atlantis' Rinse Cycle )

In a valiant (but probably vain) attempt to keep the momentum going here:

The Red Door
(or, a Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 13: Bag End )

Some cheer (I hope) for a Monday morning

The Red Door
(or, A Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 12: The Masonic Handshake )

In keeping with my new plan to maybe try and finish this story within my lifetime...

The Red Door
(or, A Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 11: The Garden Room )

The Red Door
(or, A Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 10: Cobblestone Walk )

The Red Door
(or, A Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 9: Atlantis Never Locks Her Doors )

Because I am pretty much a selfish slug of a writer, I've managed to get a whopping eight chapters into this without thanking dashamte for making this story possible in the most literal way possible, short of simply writing it herself (which, frankly, would probably be less work.)

The Red Door
(or, A Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 8: Funny )

And onward we lurch!

The Red Door
(or, a Postmodern Prometheus)

( Chapter 7: Eliminating the Impossible )