What ever became of David, Sharon, and the Librarian with his labyrinth of bookshelves? Where did Ariadne the Cat end up? Were they swallowed by the Ferryman? Bamboozled by Suzie Kavanaugh? What does any of that even mean?
As you may recall, in our last installment, our three heros were in the midst of tea, when the Librarian got all worked up about the Song of the Ferryman, or some such nonsense. Then everything kind of evaporated for a year.
Here’s what was happening and here’s what’s on the horizon if I get my druthers. Previously, I was posting installments to a fiction publication on medium.com. My goal had been to keep each installment at about 1,000 words to match the minimum requirements of that publication.
Now I’m just writing for the sheer pleasure of it. My own pleasure, and your pleasure, loyal Substack subscribers. This means I intend to experiment a little more. You might see some pretty short installments. Or a tangential bit where Suzie Kavanaugh uses a Mobius strip to explain the Grandfather Paradox. Perhaps a foray into the physiocosmology of the graft species. Don’t worry. It’ll all make plenty of sense. Trust me on this. Would I lie to you?
Get ready to meet the Engineer. The Librarian is an ideas person. The Engineer turns those ideas into stuff. Like spinors. (You’ll see.) His home is the Arcade.
We’ll discover more about Whiffles. What exactly is a fragment of pure intention left over from the creation of the Universe? And once it infects you (as it has Sharon), can you ever be rid of it? We’ll explore whether that Whiffle Box is actually opened or closed. (Spoiler: wrong question.)
Installment #13½ is on its way to your Inbox. You have been forewarned.