Stress Relief

Harry hates to travel the Silvergrey Sea. Being outside of the ordered Multiverse gets on his nerves, for some reason. A Hermetist named Maeve, decides to help take his mind off his anxieties.

Good Food & Pleasant Company

Abram is as good as his word. His ‘stress relief’ is a Hermetist named Maeve, the Mate. Travel has improved since last Harry sailed, he is barely panicky at all. He didn’t even have to get drunk. Didn’t have to, mind you.

The Elixir of Life is Made

The heart of magick is change. Dævara effects the re-emergence of a Magus who last walked the worlds centuries previous. Along the way, she gives Drago a lesson in m-dimensional biology and the properties of organic Silver.

Soapy, Slippery Prep

To Drago’s surprise his chosen assistant, an elf whore named Dævara, is an accomplished mage in her own right. Preparing for the rite is almost too stimulating. Never has bathing been this much fun.

Drago Needs Sex Help

The thing behind Drago’s eyes needs help, too. Remaining undiscovered is going to require some serious Magick. The brothel Harry sends him to while the private eye investigates his death is the perfect place to look for a partner.

The Body of a Woman Beyond Imagination Fair

This is the Daughter of the King. This is the Virgin of Eternity. This is she that the Holy One hath wrested from the Giant Time, and the prize of them that have overcome Space. This is she that is set upon the Throne of Understanding. Holy, Holy, Holy is her name, not to be spoken among men. For Koré they have called her, and Malkuth, and Betulah, and Persephone.

…in shadowy places, by running streams

Every man that hath seen me forgetteth me never, and I appear oftentimes in the coals of the fire, and upon the smooth white skin of woman, and in the constancy of the waterfall, and in the emptiness of deserts and marshes, and upon great cliffs that look seaward; and in many strange places, where men seek me not. And many thousand times he beholdeth me not. And at last I smite myself into him as a vision smiteth into a stone, and whom I call must follow.