Graphic Novelties

Sand is the shaded remnant of this land. I am here to recover a child seen removing bones from the temple; they fear she will be devoured by demons. Odin accompanies me as a guide through gusts of blasphemous salt; militias built mounds of ground sulfur as semi chemical warfare, a warning for much less sophisticated worlds.

"Come child."

"What is his name?"

"Odin."

"A Nordic snow demon!"

"What is your name?"

"I don't have one."

"Where do you come from?"

"I don't know."

Our magistrate informs us adoption is a particular sacrament with peculiar clauses; thou shalt not exploit the child as thine, thou shalt not interfere with formal education, thou shalt not sway from titled privileges, thou shalt accompany the child through completed life stages, thou shalt not leave Great Britain.....

"What is her name?"

Anahi - immortal energy source; until enlightenment such is undetermined

"Is she your daughter?"

"What is the other one called?"

"Sibling?"

"Yes....."

"Very well your sister."

Two merchants express their sorrow for a young man who encountered a young woman for an everlasting affair; they both perished guarding a temple with hidden treasures, abandoned children. He was said to be a tax collector with an assortment of naga blades; she was said to be a politician's nursemaid. I ask what prompted them to change for such a deliberation.

"She carried his child."

"There was no other way."

Braidee lifts Anahi underneath her arms to doctrine health and condition; gritting teeth is the evidence of discomforting drudgery.

"She's half mortal."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you are susceptible to death and aging."

"Braid....."

"Are you going to interject?"

"No....."

"Are you going to allow her to run about as such?"

"No....."

"Then what?"

"She is hanging upside down from the ceiling."

Encrusted folds of igneous grave aerodynamic alienation is a glide underneath our hover; we are here to recover a boy speculated to wander about the cemetery collecting stones. They say he is a wild beast, hair covers him from head to toe; this fascinates Anahi's book of oddities, all of her entries are human adverbs upon missed opportunities of intellectual indulgence.

"Is that one to your liking?"

"I suppose."

"What is it you are looking for?"

"My parents....."

"What is that?"

"People who own children."

"You are not property."

"Then what am I?"

"A boy."

"You come to retrieve me?"

"Yes."

"You are a fascinating creature."

"Yeah so are you!"

"Did you shave it off?"

"What?"

"The hair!"

"Did you?"

"Alright that's enough. Come with us....."

"Am I in trouble?"

"Do I appear as a punisher?"

"Are you going to be my guardian?"

"Yes....."

"Okay......"

Uriel - upon enlightenment immortality is achieved otherwise death is inevitable

"I assume there will be others; you will collect them?"

"Yes....."

"Vic I am your discretion."

"Braid I am your compassion."

"I do not feel it wise to become attached."

Four ladies discuss a young couple rumored to haunt a crypt outside their village; the man is a brilliant doctor and the woman a surgeon. A peculiar disease which passes through blood streams weakening immune systems originates from a tainted water supply.

"She was skilled with cutlery; he fell for her immediately."

"What became of the illness?"

"History....."

"Whom did they battle?"

"Strangers....."

"They surrendered?"

"Yes they had to....."

"Why?"

"She carried a child."

My travel ends inside a miserable self I am yet to uncover as I enter our anatomical abode. Ruptured vessels disconnect from a dying man; the gathering of wires examines him thoroughly to discover a twisting metallic lesion. Sweetness of neuroticism sings to me while I scream horrid liquid. A thing squirms inside a terracotta bowl which a beautiful boy smashes with his left fist into dust trails of sneezes. He giggles a gurgle of porridge; my twin prepared him honey pumpkin.

Pietr - blade puncture which heals through mysticism

Kateria - mysticism which heals blade punctures

Jahnell - self searching in the form of inner guidance

Jullian - treasured being

Kiara - demonic memory

"Pietr......if you are going to carry me with one hand could you please use the other to bring me the whetstone."

"Katya......while those various heavy objects float about could you please send the sheath to me."

"Jah......the crystals are magnificent; is there a plain glass of water available?"

"Jewel......I didn't know walls could do that."

"Kia......please put Pietr down."