T H E I N H U M A N C O M E D Y ; an introduction by @serpentarii
❝Lifting his head from the pool and scrubbing the icy water from his face, he stared at his kill and his throat itched. He cupped his hands with seawater, burning as he swallowed, but it would be enough to distract him from the thirst. For now.❞
featuring ; disillusioned alchemists, devouring devotion, vampiric swords, a hunter’s love, animal brides, undersea gods, the price of immortality & all manner of monsters in the mist
wordcount ; 40-45k
An alchemist and a creature the last of his kind. A vanished, golden-mouthed prince. A failed hunt. A collection of six short fiction pieces set within the same universes as my other works, such as Starborne and Mordlust.
A { R E } I N T R O D U C T I O N ; by @serpentarii
hi hello, i realized its been about three years since i first created my writeblr and thought it was about time to reintroduce myself ! i’m pris, they/she, 19 and learning how to fucking read, and no.1 yoko taro denier. i primarily write fantasy with a lot of gothic and folkloric influences. also, i’m a member of the wtw network !
mordlust ; young adult . swan maiden retelling . standalone . tag . introduction
aleksander fox's chance at unending fortune comes when he steals and sells the feathered cloak of the swan prince. it falls into the hands of vératre, an assassin hired to kill the head of the church, as she crosses paths with a painful ghost from her past.
the inhuman comedy ; adult . high fantasy . anthology . tag . introduction
an alchemist and a creature the last of his kind. a vanished, golden-mouthed prince. a failed hunt. a collection of six short fiction pieces set within the same universes as my other works, such as starborne and mordlust.
T H E I N H U M A N C O M E D Y ; table of contents
A disillusioned alchemist and a creature the last of his kind. A vanished, golden-mouthed prince. A failed hunt. The crushing love of a god. A collection of six fantastical tales.
the inhuman comedy ;
❝A stretch of land, as large and far-reaching as his father’s estate, greeted him with sweet morning sunlight. The rustle of wind called to him through lush palms and flower plots, sculpted topiaries, and swaying vines. On either side of the flagstone path, water ran in clear pools lined in aquamarine tiles, mosaic fish swimming amongst the tentacles of a kraken and sunken mermaid cities.
Do not be fooled.
The pin was hot iron against his skin.
Even in a dream, you are still in a prison.❞
chrysostomos ;
❝Soon, the Prince rose from his stool and ordered they continue the rest of their journey. He wanted a hot bath and a warm bed to sleep away the storm in. Starkly outlined in orange light, his eyes skimmed over Tommaso and Tommaso couldn’t help but be reminded of the harrowing creatures he had met through the curtains of a downpour.❞
envious moon ;
❝“That won’t be much good out here,” Basenji told her. “Best sell it.” Saluki’s curt response had been to spit on the ground before him.❞
fate in the house of angstlust ;
❝It terrified them to even imagine such a thing to be true. There was nothing to be done that couldn’t be done just as properly with wings and a beak.❞
undersea’s lullaby ;
❝“Your prayer tags, give them to me,” I insisted.
Even as I unsheathed my killing blade, the woman’s smile never faltered, only a dim curiosity present in the crane of her neck. She had heard the singing of the blade but could not see it. She continued to ignore my demand and my dull sword. As if she could tell I didn’t know how to use it.❞
the last companion ;
❝Solos himself had been a slip of a soldier, the mud left in the wake of so much blood and steel, a smudge in the footnotes of a scholar’s finest manuscript. Until he’d met him, and stared into the face that would be his downfall.❞
rules ; share the last seven lines you wrote & tag seven people
tagged by ; @tsainami thee baddie <33
When the worst of the storm had passed, the servants threw open every window of the estate and filled it with the heavy steam of freshly washed silks and velvets. A delivery came from the abattoir, for there had been no chance to hunt, and the cooks toiled in the kitchens preparing an evening feast.
Through the wet grit of the training yard, they smelled the frying rashers of pork and the sugared creams and fruits for the sweetmeats. Tommaso’s stomach grumbled loud enough for Gabriele to hear it from beside him. Playfully, he butted the pommel of his sword into his gut before dragging Tommaso back into the ring for another bout.
“Any more sand in your mouth and there’ll be no room for speck.”
