Lost. This one word has become the sum of all his thoughts. Vespesian despises it. Despises the Libraryrinth with equal ferocity, maze that is it, foul conundrum, just an unplace beneath an atrocity nested like a Cuckoo’s egg in the Veils. And, much like the changeling child world above, this wretched compilation of the unplaced and unplace-able has no right to existence, let alone the cunning, half-malevolent sentience that allows it to lead him to this loathsome state. Lost.
‘Show me the Lib...
Published on January 25, 2013 17:56