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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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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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I like to joke that I majored in climate anxiety. An ecology degree has done nothing for my job prospects, and an unquenchable curiosity about how the modern world works does very little to ease any of the existential ennui I live with day after day. In order to cope, I tend to go out…
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I often describe myself as pagan. I do this because it’s far quicker than explaining my actual views on religion and divinity as it exists within both the modern and ancient worlds and how those two things are connected with an intimacy that the vast majority of people will not honestly admit to. To me,…
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I’ve owned a mask or two. Bust them out on a regular basis, from my plastered-on customer service smile to the resting bitch face I use to ward off conversation on the bus. Having a whole holiday centered around the masking of identity, the dressing up and welcoming of the strange and unusual, is right…
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I had plans yesterday. I had plans to finish the next chapter of Dogstar, to figure out the process of formatting and printing the beta version of my first novel, to get an oil change. Guess how many of those things I did. I woke up around 10, ready to take on the day. I…
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This is an interesting question. I think that, if 40 hours of our workweek wasn’t dedicated to goofing off as much as possible at work for a paycheck to live, things would still get done. People like being busy, but more than that, people like doing things they think are important. I like my job,…
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My thoughts go towards food, immediately. I grew up with a southern mother, so it’s ingrained into me that being a good host means feeding your guests. Offer drinks. No one who enters my home goes hungry. This goes for my community as well. I’ve been enamored with the idea of food forests since I…
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It’s 2012, and I’m in a paint-splattered garden level classroom that feels like the caves of Lascaux. Our old art teacher just retired, and gone were the days of freeform projects and self-directed art. Our new art teacher insisted, instead, on actually teaching about art, our projects interspersed with lectures on art concepts and styles…
from the pen of icarus blake 