This blog is actually a series of fantasy novels in serial form. If you’d like to start at the beginning and work your way through, this post provides a handy list of all the chapters in sequence. At least, it does when I update it. The Biography of Inglorion Atropos Androktasiai: Early Years Early Years […]
The next time Inglorion visits Lucius’s dressing room, Lucius says, “I think it’s time we had a little field trip. My mother is in town, looking into her business interests here. She owns a modiste’s shop, Madame Etoile’s. They have the usual stable of wealthy clients, but they also make women’s clothes to order for […]
From that night on, Inglorion and Lucius are together almost constantly. A typical afternoon and evening with Lucius begins with both of them dressing up, Lucius as Greta X or Terminator X, depending on what bit he’s practicing or where he’s performing that night. His warpaint as Terminator X is elaborate, often covering his face […]
Lucius strips off his jacket and shirt, seats himself at his makeup table, and starts mixing greasepaint in red, white, black and ochre. “There’s cold cream by the sink,” he says. “You should take that makeup off if you plan to stay — it’s a bit of a rough crowd.” Inglorion dabs at his makeup […]
Lucius seems surprised but also pleased when Inglorion pays him a call in his dressing room the following day. Lucius is dressed simply, as a man, in breeches and a white linen shirt. There’s nothing effeminate or dandified about his manner. His long, black, curly hair is his own. He wears it braided and bound […]
Soundtrack: Adam Ant, And the Horse You Rode in On After a few more rounds of drinks and banter, Aramil proposes going to see a cabaret act. He knows a place nearby — he’s heard that there are several excellent performers on the bill that very night. Valentine says that he doesn’t know, he might […]
Inglorion arrives home to find Aramil and Valentine installed in his library. Valentine is drinking coffee, and Aramil has a snifter of brandy. “Excellent,” says Inglorion, “A hassle of Shelawns. Now the evening is complete. I see you’ve gotten yourselves drinks, and of course Aramil has helped himself to my valet. I only regret that […]
Late that afternoon, Inglorion walks over to Artemisia’s house, still feeling cheerful and bubbly. She receives him in her sitting room. “What’s got you so chipper?” she asks, in a voice that implies a willingness to wipe the smile off of Inglorion’s face. “I’ve finally managed to find a proper situation for my valet, Ajax. […]
