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A. Penguin
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Some days I prefer the mountains to the sea.
I'm going to be God's perfect Communist, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me.
Warning: Subject matters covered in my fiction may include death and violence.
I'm going to be on a short hiatus. Forgive me, but I am working on other projects at the moment. I will be back, next week at the latest.
December 18, 2025 at 12:56 PM
As they fly in towards the Academy Leonie watches the skies as the Academy Sky Corps stream in towards the flying ants in formation, trails of magic shooting out towards the insect invaders. Numbers of ants fall out from the sky, but the swarm itself doesn't react. The numbers are simply too large.
December 16, 2025 at 11:34 AM
The second shot fired on the barrier protecting the Academy from the Library beyond rips through the barrier, and from the opening, energetic cracks form in the magical cover. One of the cracks forms larger than the rest and runs quickly up the barrier to the top.
December 14, 2025 at 4:35 PM
The Library: A Broadway Story

Our story opens in the second to last absolute monarchy in Europe, a cold, mountainous country ruled with an iron fist by the second to last absolute monarch Hugo Leopold, Esq.
December 14, 2025 at 9:57 AM
"That is the most absurd request I've ever heard. You will have no such thing." Says Executive #1 to Lor.

Lor, always smiling, meanders around the conference table to stand before the executive who just spoke.
December 12, 2025 at 9:01 AM
In New York City in one of the precinct buildings now occupied by the Fey, a Fairy pushes through all of the mail that began pouring in after they set up shop. A delicate hand thumbs letter by letter until one in particular pulls at the hand. The Fairy picks up the chosen piece of mail and opens it.
December 11, 2025 at 12:25 PM
Standing on the Western Wall facing the largest horde of ants they've ever seen, two Academy watchstanders mull the situation after the Lead Man's walk-through moves on to bother the next set of poor folk manning the wall.
December 10, 2025 at 3:55 PM
For a striking blow to puncture a well built defense, one needs to know the spells involved in the defense. The Witch knows the walls of the Academy well, many drafted from the Southern District become intimately familiar with the spells that separate the Academy from the wider Library.
December 9, 2025 at 9:23 AM
Along the top of the Academy's Western Wall the Lead Man paces. The two men he sent out with the Private Eye both entered one of the Campus Between the Wall's older building and were found passed out in a basement room. Neither of them remember a thing from the day, nothing of the Private Eye.
December 6, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Little did Leonie know the Cat was listening to Leonie in more than one way, "I'm not the reason the Witch stopped calling you apprentice, you know?"

Taken aback, Leonie shifts in flight enough to draw a passing glance from the others.
December 6, 2025 at 12:25 AM
For Leonie, the flight to the Academy has a surreal feeling to it. Ailuros took to riding with them for the assault, and Leonie wonders at the whole situation. Only a few days before Leonie was just a junior apprentice to a Witch running a struggling business trying to make ends meet.
December 5, 2025 at 2:43 PM
The Witch takes charge of the situation, "Alright, I have a contact back in the Southern District that should have a lab ready for us, and they should be good to go by now given I sent that message back when we first got Ailuros. Ernest, Clement, and I will head to the lab and finish preparations."
December 3, 2025 at 1:28 PM
As the Witch and company touch down a short way from the Private Eye the Witch calls out to him, "You! You're not just a private eye, you're the Private Eye, the one assigned to me personally."
December 2, 2025 at 10:07 PM
As the ants stream by in steady number, the shadow on the wall begins to shake. First a hand, followed by the arm, a foot, then the whole leg, and from there an entire three dimensional nondescript human form emerges from the two dimensional wall of the cave.
December 1, 2025 at 11:44 AM
After a long moment in a fugue state the Witch returns to her senses and approaches Ailuros. The Witch says, "I'm done living in the dark through all this. What is going on?"
November 30, 2025 at 12:14 PM
It was a beautiful, sunny day when the Fairies showed up in Fort Meade, MD, wearing boots. The Fey entered the nondescript dark glass cube baking in the sun.
November 29, 2025 at 11:16 AM
In the mountains the Witch and company stumble upon scenes of madness, at least madness to them. Their first brush with it begins when the Witch casts a lighting spell, the orb of light emanating from her hand and floating above their heads near the roof of the cave.
November 29, 2025 at 9:13 AM
The approach to the mountains of Mold is a sight rarely seen by human eyes. The mold consumes books, the paper contained within providing the nutrients necessary to support the Mold.
November 28, 2025 at 9:06 AM
The first thing anyone remembers when the Fey showed up was the police disappeared. No murders, no riots or last great stands against some horde, just vanished without a trace in the night. Not even a single body to collect.

In their place Fairies began walking the beat.
November 26, 2025 at 2:15 AM
"I knew it was going to be this way." Says Ernest.

The Witch and Company stare at the mountain range in the distance. A hazy mist rises off the slopes, enveloping the mountains and the area below at their base quite a way into the stacks.

Leonie asks, "There are mountains in the Library?"
November 25, 2025 at 11:40 AM
Located down a dark alleyway far from the cleansing light of the day sun and wash of the night moon sits the Private Owner's Clubhouse. In the Clubhouse the Private Owners hold court. Blood stains the floor in the circle in front of the Private Owner's bench. Mold grows in between the walls unseen.
November 24, 2025 at 2:23 PM
Endless series of books on shelves fill the eyes and mind of the young Bishop. To him he sees an endless feast, nothing but a feast. Food good, bad, and indifferent. Through his own eyes the Bishop can see the glow of Knowledge in the books, a smorgasbord of flavors ready for the tasting.
November 20, 2025 at 1:41 PM
The Witch and company plus one take stock of their belongings in the stacks well away from the settlement in chaos they left behind, black smoke billowing from the structures in the far distance.
November 19, 2025 at 7:55 PM
The Private Eye gets tired keeping the lies to the forefront of his mind. He knows the Magic Men scan his mind every so often to make sure he's still buying what their selling, so he keeps the thoughts up for appearances.
November 18, 2025 at 4:23 PM
The Witch and company plus one shoot over the reeling settlement over the stone walls and touch down just inside the settlement's barrier. There they are met with a collection of twenty-four Rot Zombies headed by representative Clement.
November 17, 2025 at 12:39 PM