The wet street mirrored the neon and the dark equally, impassively. At my feet, another life. I swallowed, knelt, felt her faltering pulse. I caressed her cheek. A caress like the angel of death. My throat tightened: Why do I stay? As if in response, the dying girl whispered, "Hold me."
"At what price such power?" asked Siehchang. And again: "At what price... [click here for more]
Where Do Dreams Go When They Die?So little dead man, have you come join our masque? Welcome to the play that never ends, the dream that dreams itself through eternity. Once upon a time, I thought Life was Art and Art was Life. Now I know better. Soon, you will too. - Malaika Singleton, Night Angel of Philadelphia
Only the Living Can Awaken From This Dream!... [click here for more]
¿DÓNDE VAN A PARAR LOS SUEÑOS CUANDO MUEREN?¿Así que has venido a unirte a nuestra farsa, muertevillo? Bienvenido a la representación sin fin, el sueño que se sueña a si mismo por toda la eternidad. Érase una vez un tiempo en el que creía que la Vida era Arte y el Arte era la Vida. Ahora sé la verdad.... [click here for more]
Surrender to the Dark Side Every wraith has his own personal whisperer in darkness, telling him what it's a very good thing to be bad. (And it is, it is - trust me.) They call the voice the Shadow, and every wraith must strive to resist its efforts to drag him down to Oblivion ( Why! It's always more fun heading downhill! ) This Shadow will urge the wraith to untold acts of depravity and... [click here for more]
And I have seen it pass sterile into textbooks, just more facts to be learned to please a stern tutor, then forgotten when the lesson is over.
But the lessons of the Awakened must never end. By the divine Avatar within each of us, we are bound to history just as we are charged to create it. We, of all mortals, cannot forget what has gone before us. Nor can we shunt it into scraps of paper and shove... [click here for more]