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Christina Dreamin'

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yoko d'holbachie doin' work   Happy World

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Help us welcome Takayuki Ryujin to Thumbtack Press! Here are some images of his collection of personal illustration.

And our Q&A with him is here.

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Kate Pugsley, Mermaid Gold

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Rejoice, beneficiaries of divine wisdom! Here in waking life, our pilgrim Elophina Putscholex has established accord between her own parturition and that of the Coelobonese wasp recalled from visionary disclosures. As foreseen, our secret medicines have enabled her to lay an egg external to her body. The incubation now proceeds — spurred by those blessed leaves identical to the microcosmic nest!

We hope and expect that further correspondences emerge between the Island Kingdom’s organisms and our own essence. Remember, always: In sleep, strive past the third shroud! In daylight, be vigilant! Let our piety and vision bring glory to Euxinova!

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WILFRED. What — what is happening?

FIGURE. You’re coming to.

WILFRED. Then I am still myself. Those horrors were only dreams!

FIGURE. Sauntered right past the Curtain of Somnus, did you?

WILFRED. I was attacked — They must have drugged me.

FIGURE. Yes. A long strip of cloth, imbued with a stupefying agent. That is their method. There’s plenty of the stuff in here.

WILFRED. Where are we—?

FIGURE. Inside a rustic wagon, the property of those scoundrels. They imitate the locals but operate as bandits. I appear like one of them, but on my honor I am not.

WILFRED. And here: this red mud again, soiling the floorboards! It’s them. I know they are murderers.

FIGURE. My confederates and I overpowered this band after your abduction. It was sooner than we’d planned, but we had to act.

WILFRED. Yet who are they? Anarchists?

FIGURE. Hardly. You’re not likely familiar with The Society of the Iron Frond, but by surveillance, I’ve ascertained their leader to be Frédérolphe-Paul Zerzandebeck—

WILFRED. The outspoken Royalist…

FIGURE. Acolyte of the Archduke Puveloquin, though he is presumed dead.

WILFRED. Zerzandebeck… His estate is close to where they captured me.

FIGURE. We’re headed to his villa. By arriving in this vehicle, we hope to enter the place without being noticed. You must meet the others first. Gather your strength — we are nearly there.

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