The room that Count Kurtain [or Kurzsan, as Sila realised when they passed a block of text on the wall referencing the name] led him to did, as advertised, have a lit fire, though it seemed unlikely that the warmth of its flames would reach any of the walls.
The sheer size of the place; if Sila had counted out the time it took from the door to the fireplace, he was sure it would’ve been at least half a minute.
But he’d been distracted, mainly by the deep purple cloak of his host, the bottom part of it caught on the top of his left boot.
Kurzsan neither noticed nor cared as he sat down on the rug by the poker and stared into the flames.
Due to the lack of chairs, Sila did the same.
To some people, this may have been something meaningful, but to Sila it was vacant, the flames being far too alive, flickering erratically, tracing the madcap ley lines of his own mind instead of giving something steady to anchor onto.
A black square.
Uranus from a distance.
Green hospital walls.
The Garden of Earthly Delights.
That’s what he liked to peer into.Continue reading