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![[WIP] Prologue: The Wolf of Eidan](https://icarusblake.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/04/image.png?w=900)
Please enjoy this sneak peak of my current project. 14 Ignatan, 831 Saint The bells chimed midnight in Eidan, the city a shadow against the blackness of the new moon. The wolf waited beside the wastewater outlet, a dirty reddish torrent tumbling into the bay below. Gradually the water slowed to a stream, then a…
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There are a number of words that bother me in common parlance. Let’s begin with Superpredator: The word “superpredator”, now almost exclusively used to report on wolf reintroduction in the American west, originated with a racially charged criminal theory in the 1990s designed to demonize juvenile offenders and imprison children for their entire lives. This…
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One morning, you take yourself out on your morning walk and notice the birders have descended. Their telescopic lenses are trained on a cluster of black-brown-white birds squabbling on the ice in the far distance. You squint, you can’t tell what they are. Hawks, maybe? Geese, you guess? ‘Tis the season, but the shape is…
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The horns sounded on the track, and on the back stretch Aggie pulled the syringe out of Sunny Red’s vein. He capped the needle and leaned against the stall to watch the bay filly in the tense seconds as the cocktail took hold. Sunny’s haunches twitched, her jaw fell open and long strings of drool…
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My dog is going to report me to the ASPCA. The heat of the day wears off into a warm, easy hush. I have an alarm set for it, 7:30 PM, an hour before sunset so I can walk my shag carpet of a dog without worries of him baking beneath his lush fur coat.…
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Oh, Coyote, all your wiles come to naught in the headlights on the highway. By morning, your blood dried brown on the concrete, body shattered and thrown aside in shocked repose while your killer thundered ever onward. Dear Squirrel, did you dream of your last flight through the air? The last coil of your spring-legs…
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And now, a real-time cataloguing of my favorite signs from the Hands-Off protest on the typically sleepy little main street of my hometown:
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Every weird kid I’ve ever known selects one worldwide disaster and gets way too into it. I am, unfortunately, the weird kid who never grew out of the practice. I started with the Black Plague, then moved on to the geography of syphilis, then meandered around in the world of parasites and prions and smallpox…
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Sometimes a work of art is done just because you want to move onto other things. So happy birthday to my husband, and congrats to me, on dropping my first novel so I can move on to other projects slightly more in my genre. My debut book? Gay erotica. Someone dies. Herbalism’s involved. So is…
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Experimentation into the function of dreaming coalesce into one major theory: dreams are the subconscious mind’s own personal method of problem solving. Most dreams are nonsense, unremembered consequences of a sound command to “sleep on it” and awaken with fresh eyes and no knowledge of how you got there. But, if you’re like me, you…
from the pen of icarus blake 