December 16, 189X

An m/m/m eldritch horror romance novel!

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewings, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breatehs fitfully
The music of the sphere.

Mimes, in the form of God on hiughs,
Mutter and muble low,
And hither and thither fly—
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the screnery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!

That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crow that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!—it writhes—with mortal pangs
The mimes becomes its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

The Conqueror Worm — E.A. Poe

About the Author:

Robin J Tischner lives and grew up in Ohio, a place that may as well be its own eldritch horror. He has one cat, dreams of a small place by the sea, and knows he would get eaten by a cult the moment he set foot in Arkham. Despite this, he writes more of them into the world.

A newsprint styled version of this site.

- Daniel Davies named leading man -

Daniel Davies, 32, one of New England's foremost occultists, has found himself out of luck and shut out of every door in every circle of society. Proper society doens't want anything to do with the morbid death-talker, scarred and smelling constantly of ozone, smoke, and a faint metallic tang. Occult circles want nothing to do with a man who so clearly has touched beyond the veil, beyond death and will never properly be the same. He seems not quite close enough to human anymore for them.

Unfortunately, the underground and illicit queer circles don't want him around either. Davies brings too much attention, and too much heat from the law, neither of which the community can withstand. It's a dangerous world, made all the more dangerous by cops looking too close.

He's been a bit odd since the disaster too. Twitchy, not sure if he wants to look into mirrors, or avoid them entirely. Daniel, who was attending Miskatonoic Medical until an unannounced and unplanned drop from classes between semesters, threw himself into his occult work. His father died shortly before Daniel dropped out of classes, and upon further investigation, it appears that his sister, Helena Davies has been missing since at least that same time frame. One wonders if there is any connection between the events.

Front facing picrew (credit @elena-illustrations) of Daniel Davies, a white man with black hair in a middle part. He has a stitch line scar running diagonally across his face, and is holding a butterfly on a finger.