Item – A wooden box of beetles, dry shells rattling. Mash them up, boil them up, serve them in a mug. The massive Dark Coast Beetle native to the DARK YUCATAN is much bigger than their European cousins, causing painful but non toxic welts when it bites. Properly harvested, they can serve as ingredients for… Read more

“Sharp mothers with shadows in their eyes. Do not wrong the thorn brides or their children, sharp is their skin and furious are their songs. Daughters to the long ascended Erl Kings, they watch over those verdant groves of ancient forests and deep jungles, tiny fiefdoms that still survive the poisons of Men.” Dryads are… Read more

“A small piece of something larger, it’s form suggesting something grand. Now, it sits easily in your hand but there is a pull, calling to the greater whole. The compulsion to be reunited itches at the base of your skull, a thing forgotten but never known until now.” It doesn’t matter where you found it,… Read more

Art from The Monastikon blog post “At first we mistook the shapes hanging from the temple walls as men but we were wrong. Husks were all that remained of these things once alive, now hollow shades seeking to gorge upon our flesh to fill that raw empty Abyss within. It won’t make them better but… Read more

“Like guilt welled up and given physical form, the stain upon the floor told a tale of brutal violence, etched deep and sealed into the stone. A silent voice crying out for a life unlived, whispering for vengeance against the fatal blow long ago struck. I hear it echoing behind my eyes, closing them fails… Read more