Alytha T. Minns's Page

I don't ask how much you've had to drink today and you're careful not to ask anything that might cause me to wax philosophic. Because we know we have nothing in common except a love for all things Fortean and a few old friends, we never talk about life outside of the hours we spend together. You hate reading and writing and although you'd never admit it, I bore you; I hate the stories you tell and the way you always interrupt me, and although I'd never admit it, I think there's a chance you may… Continue

Where does the wind go when it blows? To where does it retreat once it's whipped through canopies and incited dervish like dancing in falling leaves? Does it settle amongst the dusts of time or atop the waters of space like a shimmering fog awaiting dawn? Perhaps it originates from the first exhalations of the newly born and evaporates with the final exhalations of the newly dead. Yes, I see it now, these are the only sacred breaths, all others are incidental. And yet, if a hurricane begins with… Continue

His incantations linger like a decadent potion on the lips of creation. His cloaked ambitions weave tapestries of gratitude from the shorn inhibitions of the infatuated. He throws shadows of wantonness at the scrying and sends temptation, like a susurration, up the spines of the faithful. He anoints each apprentice with an alkahest nursed from his loins as sigils sing like chimes in the distance. He promises transmutations of life and soul, nothing less. And at night, before they close their eye… Continue

He spoke his native Italian, no French and superficial English while I spoke my native English, no Italian and functionally fluent French. Still, we came together amongst the ruins of a lost city on some long forgotten plane where words are tertiary to comprehension. He'd worked here for years, wandering the once bustling streets assisting lost souls and thwarting vandals who seemed to think nature and time alone weren't erosive enough--and he loved his job, the history, the fresh air, and the p… Continue