Category: Stories Expanded Version

From: Malagan 417 of the Master Sculptor Segment 1: The Melon-Faced Ancestors This is the account set down by Hurrash Bone-Teeth, high chieftain of the river province, son of Ilme who was daughter of Karrash the Otter-Cloaked, so that the weeping of the valley shall not be forgotten by those who come after, and so…

From: Elixir and Ether Alchemical Café Segment 1 Passphrase Spoken Twice The trouble with a rumor, I have decided, is that it never introduces itself. It simply arrives in your ear already halfway through a sentence, like a guest who has come in through the window and is now asking where you keep the biscuits.…

From: Traditional 77 of the Turkmen Eye Warden Segment 1 — “The Ewe Who Would Not Rise” As told by Batyr Oglan-Sheshme, the Small-Herder A man wakes before the light because the animals wake before the light, and a man who waits for the sun to tell him what hour it is has already given…

From: Kitsune 743 of the Nine Tailed Binding Segment 1: The Page the Slug Ate As set down by Hakuro the Sly-Stitcher, nine of tail and bottomless of grief, in the grinding voice of two river-stones; being the first chapter of the whole matter, and the longest, for grief is always the longest chapter Call…

From: Kitsune 582 of the Endless Revelers Gourd Segment 1: The Dry Cup Beneath the Yellow Rice-Cake Moon As told by Gensai, monk of small holiness and large liver Now, I have been called many things in my life, and most of them were accurate, which is a rare compliment to the people doing the…

From: Codex Scholars Satchel Segment 1: “Invocation of the Winds Between Worlds” As told by Zephyr, the Diminished Whisper, keeper of the Shifting Emporium Sing, O muses of memory, you daughters of the unwritten dawn, sing through this keeper, who is now but a whisper of thought, a curl of light no larger than a…

From: Nectar Infusion   Segment 1: “The Clamor Before the Quiet” As told by Odom the Hollow-Handed, hermit of the Wildflower Valleys I have come to believe that a man may be poor in nothing but silence and still be the poorest man in the city. On the last day I spent among the towns,…

From: Baba Yaga 423 of Disquiet Segment 1: The Whisper Under the Roots As told by Starukh Iven, the Forest Warden There are sounds a man may forget. The creak of his mother’s door. The name of his first dog, called across a field of summer barley. The voice he himself possessed when he was…

From: Item 817 of the Penitents Coil Segment 1: The Cooking of the Brothers The shift was in its nineteenth hour. I know it was the nineteenth hour because the bell had rung four times since the eating-break and the bell rings once each hour after the break. I counted the bells. Counting the bells…

From: Vaporous Vipers Segment 1: The Whisper of a Legend Gather close, my children, gather close, for the hearth burns low this eve and the tale I carry is one that hungers for firelight and huddled shoulders. Aye, draw thy cloaks about thee, for though the night without is mild, the tale within is cold…

From: Talmudic 418 of the Ancestral Lexicon 1. The Soup-of-Noises Call me a Chronicler, though the title sits upon my shoulders the way a borrowed coat sits upon a drowned man — too large in some seams, too narrow in others, and wet through with the salt of every voice I have failed to save.…

From: Whisperpipe of the Fen 8 Segment 1 — “Hear Ye, Hear Ye, and Hear Ye Again” Being the Account of Pemberton Quill, Seventh Royal Crier of the Eastern Square, Set Down in His Own Words, with Such Digressions as His Nature Cannot Prevent It has been observed by men far wiser than myself —…

From: Crimson Lashcap Pickles 899 Segment 1: “The Ledger That Would Not Balance” As told by Varrek Hollowname, Guild-Master of Shadows There are men who will tell you that ruin arrives as a thunderclap—that it kicks down the door with torches and writs and the long blue coats of the watch, and that a careful…

From: Anguishra Segment 1: “The Morning She Was Not Born” As told by Angorath, the Weaver of Woes There was light, first; or perhaps there was the sound of water, which is also a kind of light when one has nothing else to hold; and I lay upon the stones — was laid upon the…

From: Shadowhunters Satchel Segment 1: The Twilight That Never Broke As told by Thal-Zhurath, who was Unmade And there was a country once, in the years that have no number, where the day had gone away and never come again. I have walked in it. I have breathed its grey breath into my lungs and…

From: Time 6893 of the Lingering Spark 1. The Winter That Came Twice The thaw had lasted four days. That was the trouble with it. Four days was long enough to believe in. Brannoch had seen the eaves drip. He had seen the black mud come up through the snow at the center of the…

From: Phasewalkers Boots Segment 1. The Wind That Carried the Tale There are nights — and I have known too many of them — when the wind does not blow so much as it remembers. It does not move through the world; it gropes through it, the way a blind mourner gropes through a house…

From: Seiðr 42 of the Mortar of Mystic Grinds   Segment One: The Hut Where the Floor Drank Color The rain had been falling for two days when the boy came running, so I knew before I saw his face that he was bringing me something I would not want. I was sitting on the…

From: Gloomspiders Segment One: The Master’s Fitful Sleep There is a kind of waking that is not waking at all but rather a slow returning, the way a small boat drifts in toward a shore it has been pointed at for hours, and that is the kind of waking I came to that night. I…

From: Thunderous Tail Club Segment 1: “The Watching-Stones at the Mouth of the Cave” A note, before the matter proper. The reader will forgive an old man his preliminaries. I have been told, more than once, by superiors who possessed less patience than learning, that I begin too many of my chronicles with apologies and…

From: Taweez 402 of the Hallowed Detonator Segment 1: The Soot-Quarter Wakes Wrong This one was eating, which is, as any reasonable creature will tell you, the proper occupation of the hour before dawn. The fish-head was three days old and had been ripening in a particular gutter behind the brassmonger’s shop, where the runoff…

From: Dolphfroctospid 84 Segment 1: The Tremor Beneath The currents spoke today but their voices were wrong wrong wrong, twisted at the edges where sound should curl smooth like silk through water, and Veiltide felt the wrongness first in her vents, those bottlenose openings that translated the delta’s songs into meaning, into safety, into the…

From: Incanfu 472 of Whispered Foresight Segment 1: “The Breathing Mountain” The mountain breathed. Every morning it breathed, had been breathing since before Suyin’s mother’s mother cracked her first tooth on sugarcane stolen from Old Peng’s field, since before anyone thought to give the village a name, which they never did properly because a name…

From: Zar 539 of the Spirit Wind Navigator 1. The Carving of Winds The cave breathes. This truth Halime has known since first descending into these depths three lunar cycles past, when the surface world grew too loud with forgetting, when the voices of spirits became drowned beneath the clank and hiss of steam-carts, the…

From: Echoes of the Past Segment 1: Of the Summons at the Guild’s High Hall Herken, ye gentils all, and hold ye still, For I shal telle, with ful yvel wil And hevy herte, how on a morwe gray The Guild his summoneres sente that day. By Helios’ first and palest rising beam, Ere yet…

From: Taoist 734 of the Eight Breath Census Talisman Segment 1 The Gathering That Had Not Yet Named Itself There is a certain kind of fire that does not announce itself. It does not crackle with the eager snapping of fresh pine, nor does it roar upward with the confidence of celebration. It burns low,…

From: Hydrabeet Scorsalam 655 The First Torn Web The rope felt wrong before the sky was light enough to see by. Korath had hauled net-lines since he was seven years old, standing in the stern of his uncle’s flatboat with his arms burning and his feet sliding on the wet boards, learning the language of…

From: Ninjutsu 82 of Builders Veil Segment 1: The Night the Ley Line Sang Name was Fen. Not important, some would say. Worker is worker. Site has many. Tsukuroi always had many, in days when island still raw and half-built and hungry for hands. But Kurotaka knew the name. Knew the hands too — small…

From: Margin of Safety Draft Segment 1: The Night the Numbers Spoke The candle had been dying for an hour before Bernal noticed. He had a habit, long established and thoroughly unremarked upon by the colleagues who had long since gone home to their suppers and their beds, of not noticing the candle until it…

From: Livestock 837 of Solitary Guardian 1. The Silence Before the Call Being the First Account of Seraphel Dawnwhisper, Recorded in the Ink That Does Not Fade There is a quality of silence that most people have never encountered because most people have never been sufficiently alone to find it. Not the silence of a…