Ah! Unfortunate soul! You have wandered from the broad thoroughfare to lanes unmapped, to dank streets where solitary shadows glide stealthily along the cobblestones, to alleys alluded to only in hushed whispers, to this cul-de-sac, where gather demons unimagined.
Shall you venture further? Do the fingers of discovery tease you onward? Beware! A step forward, and you may find yourself in a dark, solitary corner from which there may be no return, where you may discover yourself deeply entwined in the arms of tender Morpheus.
Several temptations await you here, Reader. Choose wisely, lest you loose packs of wolves and forces unknown from the doorways before you.
The Country Gate
Behind which the country town of Fishampton and the estate of Blandsdown beckon.
The Wooden Door
Were you to place your face against this door, polished smooth by rain and time, you would smell from within the moldy dust of ancient books. This gloomy cul-de-sac, this out-of-the-way forsaken alleyway, would seem to have its own library.
The Door of Glass
A mere look through its misty panes, Reader, will reveal the Garden of Miscellany, wherein frolic the Sprites of Whimsey.
The Mirrored Panel
O Reader! The reflections of the other doors here shimmer crazily, the images distorted by the cracked, ancient mirrors. What unwholesome secrets might be found within?
Cry as you may, Reader! Wail to your gods until your very tongue is blue! Invoke the magical words vance@grandiose.com to make your plaintive cries known. Perhaps the gods will take pity upon you. Perhaps they will not.
Vance Briceland, vance@grandiose.com
