Sy's E6: Midnight Clarity [DOCT]Sy's E6: Midnight Clarity [DOCT] by lixelated
ONE MONTH EARLIER
“Ma? MA?!” Sylas dashed from side to side, smoke searing his eyes as he peered into the roasting cells that remained of Castelia’s prison. Only bodies occupied them now, and they were all blackened and warped; any could have been his mother, or none at all. He coughed once, twice, three times before he could muster a shout louder than the crackling flames, “SYBIL?”
No response. Nuo darted back into sight and butted him toward the stairs. His mother’s quagsire would never leave if he thought she was here, alive. Sylas grit his teeth and took the stairs two at a time, emerging back at street level just as the basement cells collapsed in on themselves with a colossal rumble and a great belch of fire.
“Get to the castle!” The shout stung his throat on the way out and the grin he forced for Meta felt sour on his face, “The guild’ll have that
I, BULBOUS: Page 1IT was a dark and stormy night.I, BULBOUS: Page 1 by ibulbous
Or rather: it is, at present, a dark and stormy night.
You open I, BULBOUS to page 1 and already, on page 1 of I, BULBOUS, you find yourself trapped in some sort of lair and, resisting your best readerly instincts to put the book down and do something better with your time, you keep reading, eyes scrolling across the page and down the paragraph, rolling like a twin pair of pinballs along the predetermined course of some great textual Rube Goldberg machine whose denouement, though as yet unimaginable to you, is - or so you imagine - crushingly unimpressive, and still you read, and the further you read, the lower your eyelids droop, and deeper and deeper you fall under the spell of The Author, and thus, less and less escapably - which is to say more and more inescapably - do you find yourself trapped in the aforementioned lair, which, little by little, is becoming more and more populated with detail.
The aforementioned lair, like th