Here was the Vagabond Flame, a roaming housefire puissant enough to survive thirty-one years worth of futile fire brigades and half an ocean of sprayed water. Here was the Market of No Taboos, where any product may be purchased, any itch may be scratched, any customer may be satisfied – all perfectly within the bounds of law. Here was Betweenplaces, a slumland slowly drowning, a sodden home for beggar, thief and waterfolk alike. Here were the temples of God Street, the coinhouses of Brass Circle, the theatres of Point Poverty, the tenements, manses and palaces of Batblind, Gillgred and Stainglass.Come back tomorrow for more (names)!
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. All the names.