Things are heating up in the third and final season of our collaborative perilous mystery The Art of Drowning over on Jac’s TPRS site.
And darkness births — Rage. And still I am in
Its claws, and still their blood to me nepenthe.
I was moved to be King. But
In timeworn wrath.
A sullen darkness cloaks the wooded family estate. Tucked away deep inside the forest on its northeast facing slope, its 25 acres are surrounded by a 6-foot high stone wall. Jonah’s tree cabin is in the lowest part of the grounds, as far away as possible from the stern old mansion in which he only sets foot when summoned for the habitual put downs by his father, where the oldest trees form an almost impenetrable shield against any daylight.
To read the full dark and weird episode visit: The Art of Drowning – 3.4 – By Ash N Finn
Oh, and if you’d like to hear the music which gets a mention and inspired some of the words, let me recommend this haunting recording of Penderecki’s Dies Irae:
(Jac and Phil, my fabulous shipmates, can we insist on this piece being included in the soundtrack when we get that TV series deal? 😀 )
If you’d like to catch up on anything that’s gone before you can start right here.
Tuned Out 1.2 is brewing and will likely go up in the next few days, unless I suddenly feel like jumping onto something else first. “It’s all written” is my current favourite Harry Dean Stanton quote – I was recently binge-watching interviews with him on YouTube. Now it’s just the small matter of finding myself in that written moment when I am actually writing it …