Naramsin
Naramsin: Pisa
Naramsin’s Journal.
Pisa, Italy.
During the summer of 1348, I had the good fortune to disembark from a long sea journey into the northern Italian port of Pisa. Pisa held many fond memories for me, and it was through a serendipitous turn of events that I found myself once again on Italian soil. Traveling from northern Spain, ...
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Naramsin: Pisa Part 2
Mlle. Gerard and I walked slowly across the Piazza dei Miracoli towards the near-completed Tower, which rose magnificently in front of us with each passing footstep. She gazed at me expectantly. I narrowed my eyes, and said, quietly: “Know first, then, my dear Dominique, this truth: There is a darkness in all of us that ...
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Naramsin: Babylon
The hot night air flowed sweetly through King Sumulael’s huge royal tent on the banks of the Euphrates, and the whistling wind drove grains of sand, pattering like rain, over the width and breadth of the taut, anchored cloth.
The air inside was alive with song, filled with the chatter of a hundred nobles, and fragrant ...
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Naramsin: Babylon Part 2
The sharp yellow rays of the rising sun cut through the morning mist, wrapping their tendrils of dawn around the towering, golden being standing before me.
Resplendent in his full white tunic, copper hair cascading around his bronze face, it was, after all the years, after all the countless, endless years…Vashtar.
I smiled broadly at the sight ...
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Naramsin: Babylon Part 3
As the archers drew their arrows and slotted their bows, I closed my eyes, and remembered another time, long ago, when archers of a different kind raised their bows to destroy me, on a clear, star-filled night, under a low, full moon, in a distant time, in a distant place, on a long-forgotten mountain pass…
We ...
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Naramsin: Ocean
By the autumn of 1797, after having repaid a longstanding debt to a certain Spaniard of Cadiz, my travels had, of subsequent necessity, brought me westward across the Iberian peninsula to Lisbon, Portugal, where growing political unrest marked the reign of Queen Maria I, and shadows roamed in the gloaming.
Lisbon was a crowded, filthy city, ...
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Naramsin: Ocean Part 2
Ocean, Part Two. 1797.
As I descended the wind on wings of night towards the last of the five frigates, I gazed at the endless waves of the rolling black sea around me, bathed in the pale illumination of the three-quarter moon.
The destruction of the Novo, my days adrift, and my battle with the Oanned ...
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Naramsin: Ocean Part 3
Naramsin’s Journal.
Ocean, Part Three. 1797.
The scratching of fingernails on the floorboards above me gave notice of the first arrivals. I closed my eyes, and breathed deeply of the scents of the four, five, six waiting above. None were familiar, save one. Devon, the Englishwoman, led this pack, and immediately brought down her five charges ...
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Naramsin: Interlude
It is said of the vampire that he is an evil, hollow shell, a soulless revenant who roams the earth, his sole purpose being to drain the blood of the living in order to continue his own undead existence.
And it is said of the human that he too is an evil, hollow shell, a soulful ...
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