Year of the Numen: The Quest

“It looks like one of those black magic symbols,” Ruby chimed in.
“I suppose it does,” Olivia answered, “but it’s not. It’s just a tool.”
“For what?” asked Miguel. “Ruby’s right. It looks like witchy Voodoo stuff. You shouldn’t mess with it.”

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[Author’s Note: This is an excerpt from the Year of the Numen]

Synopsis: On the threshold of old age, Avery and Olivia renewed their friendship after thirty years. Due to scheduling conflicts, they find themselves calling each other during Olivia’s morning excursion by shuttle to her new job. Over time, the regulars on the shuttle become involved in their daily conversation.

 

The Quest

 

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Avery’s Note Book: Triad Wheel

“What is that,” Steve asked, looking down at Olivia’s phone.

“It’s a visual representation of a memory palace – what we’ve been talking about all this time.”

“How do you use it?” he asked.

“We’re still working out the details. I’ll show you when we’re done.”

“It looks like one of those black magic symbols,” Ruby chimed in.

“I suppose it does,” Olivia answered, “but it’s not. It’s just a  tool.”

“For what?” asked Miguel. “Ruby’s right. It looks like witchy Voodoo stuff. You shouldn’t mess with it.”

“Uh huh,” Jalessica nodded. “Voodoo is nasty.”

“Is it a philosopher’s stone?” Steve asked.

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Wishing Everyone a Peaceful Holiday…

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Whether you’re celebrating Christmas or simply enjoying some family time together, I hope it’s a happy and restful time for you and those you love.

How the Fates Fell Out – Part II: Clotho’s Song

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 “…what she wanted was something money couldn’t buy.”
“Happiness?” Ruby asked.
Olivia shook her head. “No, she wanted satisfaction.”
“Aren’t they the same thing?” Ruby asked.
“Not necessarily,” Olivia answered.

 

[Author’s Note: This is an excerpt from the Year of the Numen]

Synopsis: On the threshold of old age, Avery and Olivia renewed their friendship after thirty years. Due to scheduling conflicts, they find themselves calling each other during Olivia’s morning excursion by shuttle to her new job. Over time, the regulars on the shuttle become involved in their daily conversation.

Avery, a writer, now working as a TV news editor in New York, admits he is bored with his work. Olivia, his cousin, encourages him to return to writing. He says he’s out of ideas. She reminds him how they used to create stories together when they were children. Avery asks her to begin a new story. Olivia obliges him with the tale of The Year of the Numen.

 

The Memory Palace and Clotho’s Song

 

Monday morning on the shuttle –

“Should we make it a garden or a cave?” Avery asked soon after Olivia answered her phone.

“I think it should be a temple,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because they’re goddesses, Avery.”

“Oh, yeah, right. But how should we mark it out? We can’t go back to the field…” Avery’s voice trailed off.

“No, we can’t do that,” Olivia agreed. “We need to make something else. I don’t know. It’s been so long since I used a memory palace that I’m out of practice. I’m sorry to tell you that I became convinced for a time that it was an evil thing.”

“What? How did that happen?” Avery asked.

“Well, you have to admit it’s a common practice in the occult,” she replied, lowering her voice so that Ruby did not hear her.

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How The Fates Fell Out – Illustration

I finished the main illustration for Olivia’s story on how the Fates fell out.

Here you can see Clotho laying into her sisters, Lachesis and Atropos.

 

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“So, as I said to Avery, the sisters got tired of all that spinning, weaving and cutting… and quite frankly they were sick of each other. Imagine spending all your time in your living room – all day, every day – never going anywhere?”

You can read about how they came to blows here.

More stories to come. 🙂

 

How The Fates Fell Out

“So, as I said to Avery, the sisters got tired of all that spinning, weaving and cutting… and quite frankly they were sick of each other. Imagine spending all your time in your living room – all day, every day – never going anywhere?”

[Author’s Note: This is an excerpt from The Year of the Numen.]

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The Three Moirai – by By Johann Gottfried Schadow

“Hey, if it’s story time, tell Avery to call the shuttle, then we can all hear about it together.” Steve [the shuttle’s driver] said as he turned on the shuttle’s phone system. A minute later, they could all see Avery on the screen above the front window looking down on them.

He held up his coffee mug to them and said, “Live from New York…”

Hello, Avery!” everyone shouted at the screen.

“Quiet down, everyone,” Steve called out. “Olivia is going to tell us a story about the Fates splitting up.”
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