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- The 'Launch 1980' story cycle - 'The Thrice-Cursed Godly Glories' Fantasy Trilogy - The '1000 Days' Mini-Novels - The phantacea Graphic Novels -

The 'Launch 1980' Story Cycle

The War of the Apocalyptics

Front cover of War Pox, artwork by Ian Bateson, 2009

Published in 2009; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here;

Nuclear Dragons

Nuclear Dragons front cover, artwork by Ian Bateson, 2013

Published in 2013; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here;

Helios on the Moon

Front cover for Helios on the Moon, artwork by Ricardo Sandoval, 2014

Published in 2014; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here;

The 'Launch 1980' story cycle comprises three complete, multi-character mosaic novels, "The War of the Apocalyptics", "Nuclear Dragons" and "Helios on the Moon", as well as parts of two others, "Janna Fangfingers" and "Goddess Gambit". Together they represent creator/writer Jim McPherson's long running, but now concluded, project to novelize the Phantacea comic book series.

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'The Thrice-Cursed Godly Glories' Epic Fantasy

Feeling Theocidal

Front Cover for Feel Theo, artwork by Verne Andru, 2008

Published in 2008; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here

The 1000 Days of Disbelief

Front cover of The Thousand Days of Disbelief, collage prepared by Jim McPherson, 2010

Published as three mini-novels, 2010/11; main webpage is here; ordering lynx for individual mini-novels are here

Goddess Gambit

Front cover for Goddess Gambit by Verne Andru, 2012

Published in 2012; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here

Circa the Year of Dome 2000, Anvil the Artificer, a then otherwise unnamed, highborn Lazaremist later called Tvasitar Smithmonger, dedicated the first three devic talismans, or power foci, that he forged out of molten Brainrock to the Trigregos Sisters.

The long lost, possibly even dead, simultaneous mothers of devakind hated their offspring for abandoning them on the far-off planetary Utopia of New Weir. Not surprisingly, their fearsome talismans could be used to kill Master Devas (devils).

For most of twenty-five hundred years, they belonged to the recurring deviant, Chrysaor Attis, time after time proven a devaslayer. On Thrygragon, Mithramas Day 4376 YD, he turned them over to his Great God of a half-father, Thrygragos Varuna Mithras, to use against his two brothers, Unmoving Byron and Little Star Lazareme, in hopes of usurping their adherents and claiming them as his own.

Hundreds of years later, these selfsame thrice-cursed Godly Glories helped turn the devil-worshippers of Sedon's Head against their seemingly immortal, if not necessarily undying gods. Now, five hundred years after the 1000 Days of Disbelief, they've been relocated.

The highest born, surviving devic goddesses want them for themselves; want to thereby become incarnations of the Trigregos Sisters on the Hidden Continent. An Outer Earthling, one who has literally fallen out of the sky after the launching of the Cosmic Express, gets to them first ...

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The '1000 Days' Mini-Novels

The Death's Head Hellion

- Sedonplay -

Front cover for The Death's Head Hellion, collage prepared by Jim McPherson, 2010

Published in 2010; main web presence is here; Character Companion starts here; ordering lynx are here;

Contagion Collectors

- Sedon Plague -

Front cover for Contagion Collectors, collage prepared by Jim McPherson, 2010

Published in 2010; main web presence is here; Character Companion starts here; ordering lynx are here;

Janna Fangfingers

- Sedon Purge -

Front cover for Janna Fangfingers, collage prepared by Jim McPherson, 2011

Published in 2011; two storylines recounted side-by-side, the titular one narrated by the Legendarian in 5980, the other indirectly leading into the 'Launch 1980' story cycle; main web presence is here; Character Companion starts here; ordering lynx are here;

In the Year of the Dome 4825, Morgan Abyss, the Melusine Master of the Utopian Weirdom of Cabalarkon, seizes control of Primeval Lilith, the ageless, seemingly unkillable Demon Queen of the Night. The eldritch earthborn is the real half-mother of the invariably mortal Sed-sons but, once she has hold of her, aka Lethal Lily, Master Morgan proceeds to trap the Moloch Sedon Himself.

In the midst of the bitter, century-long expansion of the Lathakran Empire, the Hidden Headworld's three tribes of devil-gods are forced to unite in an effort to release their All-Father. Unfortunately for them, they're initially unaware Master Morg, the Death's Head Hellion herself, has also got hold of the Trigregos Talismans, devic power foci that can actually kill devils, and Sedon's thought-father Cabalarkon, the Undying Utopian she'll happily slay if they dare attack her Weirdom.

Utopians from Weir have never given up seeking to wipe devils off not just the face of the Inner Earth, but off the planet itself. Their techno and biomages, under the direction of the Weirdom of Cabalarkon's extremely long-lived High Illuminary, Quoits Tethys, have determined there is only one sure way to do that -- namely, to infect the devils' Inner Earth worshippers with fatal plagues brought in from the Outer Earth.

Come All-Death Day there are more Dead Things Walking than Living Beings Talking. Believe it or not, that's the good news.

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phantacea Graphic Novels

Forever and Forty Days

- The Genesis of Phantacea -

Front cover of Forever and Forty Days; artwork by Ian Fry and Ian Bateson, ca 1990

Published in 1990; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here

The Damnation Brigade

- Phantacea Revisited 1 -

Front cover of The Damnation Brigade, artwork by Ian Bateson, retouching by Chris Chuckry 2012

Published in 2013; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here

Cataclysm Catalyst

- Phantacea Revisited 2 -

Front cover for Cataclysm Catalyst, artwork by Verne Andru, 2013

Published in 2014, main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here

Kadmon Heliopolis had one life. It ended in October 1968. The Male Entity has had many lives. In his fifth, he and his female counterpart, often known as Miracle Memory, engendered more so than created the Moloch Sedon. They believe him to be the Devil Incarnate. They've been attempting to kill him ever since. Too bad it's invariably he, Heliosophos (Helios called Sophos the Wise), who gets killed instead.

On the then still Whole Earth circa the Year 4000 BCE, one of their descendants, Xuthros Hor, the tenth patriarch of Golden Age Humanity, puts into action a thought-foolproof, albeit mass murderous, plan to succeed where the Dual Entities have always failed. He unleashes the Genesea. The Devil takes a bath.

Fifty-nine hundred and eighty years later, New Century Enterprises launches the Cosmic Express from Centauri Island. It never reaches Outer Space; not all of it anyhow. As a stunning consequence of its apparent destruction, ten extraordinary supranormals are reunited, bodies, souls and minds, after a quarter century in what they've come to consider Limbo. They name themselves the Damnation Brigade. And so it appears they are -- if perhaps not so much damned as doomed.

At least one person survives the launching of the Cosmic Express. He literally falls out of the sky -- on the Hidden Continent of Sedon's Head. An old lady saves him. Except this old lady lives in a golden pagoda, rides vultures and has a third eye. She also doesn't stay old long. He becomes her willing soldier, acquires the three Sacred Objects and goes on a rampage, against his own people, those that live.

Meanwhile, Centauri Island, the launch site of the Cosmic Express, comes under attack from Hell's Horsemen. Only it's not horses they ride. It's Atomic Firedrakes!

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"The mirrors!" cried Tariqartha. "That's why they don't work right. They've been usurped, -- by the Thanatoids' haunted angel!"

"Shall I sing you a love song while we're waiting for supper to be slaughtered, my ever-twinkling Silverhair?"

"I wasn't kidding about pointy stars up your arse," one Summoning Child, who'd self-codenamed herself Tanith Silverhair, told the other Summoning Child, Tammuz Rhymer of Dukkha, long the latest, faerie-dusted Tom-Tiddly Taddletale, sort of aka Rumour of Lazareme.

"Allow me to at least speak-sling it then. I promise you'll like it. It's about a lowly azura, a mere Spirit Being, -- one conceived in the Celestial Sphere, granted --, who fell in love with a mighty Master Deva. Sooth! The very Master Deva who made Master Devas so much more than mere azuras."

"Not talking Echo and Narcissus are you?"

"Not at all. I call it Mirrors and the Monolith!"

"Just so long as nothing rhymes, Rumour."


Once upon a very long time ago, the dozens of constellations we still see in our night's sky, filtered through the Cathonic Zone that they are, were divine beings. Some might call them angels but, in those antique days, they were actual devils.

How our devils came to reside in the Celestial Sphere is, as my friend and occasional critic, Jordan Tethys, is wont to say, quite the story. Suffice to say in this regard that the Sedonship, Sedonshem as some call it, journeyed the stars for multiple millennia after voluntarily fleeing New Weirsystem.

As it did so the devils making it up spread their peculiar form of individualistic evil everywhere they went. Many stayed behind, on one inhabited planet or another; became that planet's gods and goddesses. However, the belief in monotheism, in a Universal Godhood, is rampant throughout the cosmos.

Those who seek this Unity, or Enlightenment, or whatever you wish to call it, disdain worship of the individual. Prefer to contemplate the collective oneness of eternal noneness. Needless to say, the Moloch found such a sentiment positively revolting.

The very notion of souls bound in bliss forevermore was anathema to his distinctive, and distinctly materialistic, code, -- namely, give me your poor, your sick, your hungry, and I'll make them not quite so sick, so poor, so hungry. Only if they give me what I want, their undiluted devotion, of course.

They don't, they can take their chances dying. See if they even make it to the Celestial Sphere for all I care. Been there, done that, and wouldn't recommend it to my mother-in-law. Not that Dark Sedon has a mother-in-law as such. Unless it's Miracle Memory, of the Mother-In-Lawlessness of all Machines variety.

Since Master Devas, as opposed to our later-day Demon King and his three sons, the Great Gods, were Spirit Beings, had no bodies they could call their own, -- unless they fused together, in which case, needs be, their individuality had to be subsumed beneath an alpha male, the Thrygragos Brothers, or an alpha female, the likes of Pyrame, Vetala, and Divine Coueranna --, one might think such an overtly live-for-the-moment attitude bizarre.

Reality though, when you think about it realistically, had to be a contrariwise matter altogether. Be entirely unrealistic to expect such well-developed egos to seek any higher form of unification. Much more natural would for them to seek to subvert it. Which is what they first entered the Cel-Sphere specifically to do.

No one can say how long they stayed there; many thousands of years would be a conservative estimate, perhaps tens of thousands of years would be closer to the truth. And they were worshipped, as individual entities too. But they had to funnel ever-increasing percentiles of this adulation quotient to the Grandfather Godhead.

It's said that our Head's eventual Grandfather, who always took a percentage of what was passed up the line by his children for himself, feared Cel-Sphere's Overall Divinity. That God the Blob, as our Moloch referred to the Cosmic Godhead, was well along assimilating even him. Sed couldn't have that of course, so he ordered his devic daughters to fuse themselves as never before.

Did as bade, Earth's future goddesses did. Melded into a Byron Spawn, one of that Great God's three first born, Serathrone Hallow as Utopians came to name her. Devils referred to her as Seductress. Understandably so. That was her job, -- to seduce God the Blob.

Big Boss Blob though was sexless; neither male nor female, -- no Yahweh or Marduk him, no Isis or Ishtar her. Nor any other sex you might imagine. Arguably Blob wasn't even a distinct entity, merely a collection of next to an infinite number of distinct entities; their souls at any rate.

Seductress though was bent on introducing old Blob to erogenous instead of contiguous zones. She certainly got His, if I can start using gender-specific reference, attention.

Ah, but what's this all got to do with constellations? First of all, appreciate that we see only a very few of them. Here on the Head, for example, we see none of those visible on the Outer Earth within 45 degrees of the South Pole. It follows therefore that on other planets they see entirely different constellations. One of these latter was what we'll call Labrys.

Imagine the Sign of the Cross. Shorten and thicken the arms. What's it look like now? The Sign of the Hammer; Thor's Hammer in your part of the outside world, Silverhair. Flatten then give the arms hands and spread the fingers out like a fan. That's Labrys, a double-headed war axe; the curve of the fingertips being the edges of its blades.

Think now of another constellation, one seen on Earth, that of Virgo. As you probably know, she's on the Meridian in June but is more generally identified with August. Consider Labrys akin to Capricorn in terms of the zodiac. If the Maiden represents the heat of Summer then the Battle Axe represents the cold of Winter.

Heat and Cold. Opposites yes, but attractive, -- like opposite poles of a magnet, if you will. They'd also be Master Devas; Sedon's favourites next to his Great God Sons and pampered Pyrame, his usual mate, before she got paltry paupered and powdered priestly.

According to Illuminaries of Weir, their names are Tantal, as in tantalizing, Thanatos, as in Death, and Methandra, as in Mythland, -- Myth-Land-Ra, queen of Mythland. That's the name of her seldom-visited protectorate, which borders on the former Elysian Fields, now the Ghostlands, within the Mystic Mountains. Not that far north of the Weirdom of Cabalarkon, as it happens.

Back then though they're still Battle Axe and Virgin. Deeply in love they are, these two of Mithras' first born breed of three. Popular and powerful, as in full of worship, too. So, while Seductress is off attempting to seduce God the Blob; as the attention of Sedon and his three sons, most of their remaining offspring as well, is focused on Serathrone's corruptive efforts; Labrys and Mithras' Myth Maiden are conceiving a conspiracy of their own.

Her name, again according to our Utopians, is Klannit. She is, quite literally, Mithras' and Coueranna's claims to the contrary, the first of a new breed of entity, an azura. No full devil though; never was and never will be, I've heard. Not for lack of trying however. Which we'll get to presently.

You'll have heard of the Fall. How God the Blob grew jealous of a mighty angel by the name of Lucifer and cast him, along with all of his followers, out of the Celestial Sphere. Demonology gets a bit screwed up here. Our Lucifer wasn't Sedon. Which isn't to say Sedon isn't Satan, the Great Antagonist. Isn't to say he is either.

No, our Lucifer's a Third Generation Devil, another son of Thrygragos Mithras. Utopian name's Domdaniel. Devils call him Pride and he was the Prime Sinistral of Satanwyck. His story's somewhat similar to the Celestials' Lucifer, -- set himself up as a rival to our Moloch as opposed to their Blob --, so that's probably where the confusion comes in. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Let's pass forward from the Fall, which was when Devils were booted out of the Cel-Sphere, to them coming to the Whole Earth some six hundred years before the Golden Age of Humankind ended with the Genesea, and carry on well beyond even that fateful event, -- you know all that anyhow.

Sedon's Head is now a reality. Has been for something like two thousand years. Our old pals, Divine Coueranna and Thrygragos Mithras, have been making merry-mating for centuries by now, propagating azuras like clockwork; every year on the Winter Solstice or thereabouts.

Kore's got most of her sisters in Lover-Dad inside her. Of course there's a few exceptions. One's the Pauper Priestess, who's almost the definition of exception. She's long gone though; locked up in the Wingless Sphinx on the other side of the Dome. Another's Vetala. She's in a different sort of prison; a Utopian Prison Pod, as it happens. A third one's our hot-headed ex-Virgo, Mithras' Virgin, Methandra.

Virgin might seem a Miss Misnomer to you. In Klannit we're not talking any immaculate conception; she didn't come into being by parthenogenesis. Then again, Spirit Beings having a Spirit Being does sort of negate the notion of commingling precious bodily fluids, doesn't it? Poesy aside, spirits don't have the bodies to have fluids, precious or otherwise, do they?

Nonetheless, disappointed at her dear angel-azura's fate, -- husband-brother Tantal won't even acknowledge her existence --, and infuriated that Sedon's been after her to take Pal Pyrame's place as his personal pump, again assuming spirits can have sex, Madam Myth's gone off it altogether. Become religiously virginal; won't even share her thoughts let alone her whatever spirits do have.

Who's to say, once you've lost it, you can't find it anew?

Something important happens this second millennial anniversary of Sedon raising the Cathonic Dome out of his own essence. On the Outer Earth, the Dual Entities' Trigon blasts out of Eternity for the start of their seventh lifetimes.

Crashes into the ground, -- blows through the ground, as it happens. Destroys the Twin Cities of Sodom and Gomorrah in the process then carries on straight through Cathonia. All of which triggers the first ever eruption of Sedon's Peak on the Cattail Peninsula. Once Mt Sedon finally settles down, its caldera fills with Molten Brainrock and everything begins to change.

Some years later two runaway human lovers, call them Echo and Narcissus if you wish, Spirit Beings inside them, are the first to behold the lava lake. It's truly beautiful but it isn't hardening. Never will. High in the mountain though, a natural result of the eruption is a nearby hot spring; a pool, more like. A mud bath, to be even more precise.

Our prototype Echo and Narcissus doff their duds and dive in. Cavort about merrily, albeit muddily, despite the chill temperature of the air outside. Who needs the summer sun when you've each other to keep yourselves warm, eh?

Bad things happen. Maybe it's an earth tremor, an after-shock, a mini-eruption. The volcano's last gasp, perhaps. Molten Brainrock spills into the play-pool, Culvert Cavort, scalding the two humans to death almost instantaneously.

Then a good thing happens. A sort of good thing anyhow, -- for devils! Their hosts are dead but the Spirit Beings inside them linger; linger outside their shells, looking at each other futilely. They can no more touch than an ocean an inland lake. Whereupon the male spirit begins to solidify.

This is Tvasitar Smithmonger, the Lazareme-spawned first devil to attain a body of his own. His mate doesn't. And this is Klannit. Once an angel-azura always an azura-angel it seems. Not that the Smith takes that as gospel. He attempts to splash the lava on her; just passes through her though.

Remarkably enough, he determines to fashion her a body. First though, out of the molten Brainrock, he hand-moulds an anvil, tongs, and a hammer for himself. Then, when they're usable, he sets to work seriously. He's good too, -- his shell was a superb blacksmith --, but it's to no avail. Whole thing's a monumental tragedy. Nothing he tries works. Other than him.

Sure, the body's magnificent, but Klannit can no more animate it than, well, an inland lake can reach the sea, her ultimate father. In frustration, he petrifies. Soon Smithy's just a coarse statue of a man, -- a moulded, molten monolith --, standing beside the beautiful Brainrock one of a woman in the midst of all this Godstuff leftover from Trans-Time Trigon's Big Bang.

Reenter Constellation Chastity, -- our hot-headed, virtual virgin. Mythland's Ra is just a Spirit Being but she's looking for her azura daughter. Comes to Sedon's Peak, finds the two statues and, lo, what does she do but animate the female's. The Smith awakens, thinks it's Klannit, and takes her into his arms.

Understandable, I suppose. However, when you're dealing with a born-again virgin; more, Sedon's favourite and, though from a different tribe, Tavvy's superior in every respect; well, I can't say she wiped the floor with him, because they were outdoors, but the local rocks had never been so clean.

It's said Maiden Myth punished him for his effrontery. Forced him to atone by crafting three sparkle-splendid talismans in honour of their long lost mothers, the Trigregos Sisters: Sapiendev, Demeter, and Devaura; respectively Mind, Body, and Soul. Not Past, Present, and Future, -- they're the three Fates.

Their talismans were a crimson crown, actually more like a tiara inlaid with rubies that could be worn either around the forehead or the neck; a silver-blue, curved sword like a scimitar or Persian harpe, one dainty enough for a lady to wield but sharp enough to cut anything; and a scintillant, saffron-glassed mirror that could, darling dot ditto, be used as a shield.

Ma-Ra wasn't done yet. Maid made Monger make three more bodies, these ones in the image and likenesses of the three Great Goddesses Themselves. She was well aware that it wasn't very likely the Trigregos Sisters would suddenly reappear and animate the Smith's creations, but it seemed like a good idea.

Methandra, like Tantal and indeed like their breed-brother, Phantast the Dream Weaver, but unlike just about every other Master Deva you'd care to mention, wasn't particularly patrilinearly-loyal. Had about as much use for Mithras as she did Divine Coueranna, her litter-later sister in that same Great God. Which is to say next to nothing.

The eventual Scarlet Empress of Lathakra kept her own body, the one Smithy intended for her azura daughter, who was nowhere to be found, and decided it might be another good idea if he crafted one for King Cold. Tvasitar said he would consider it and Miss Myth went off to fetch Thanatos, Frozen Isle's future emperor. Before she came back, two things happened of significance.

The first was Klannit had simply been hiding; not wanting her mother to see her in her then-present distress. Very touchingly, and I use the word advisedly, she appeared. Not just appeared but reflected in the Brainrock mirror, what Tvasitar made in honour of Demeter. He could therefore reach out and, I warned you, touch her.

It was as close as they would likely ever get but, again used advisedly, it was something.

The second does not have a great deal to do with our story but it adds a codicil of irony to its ending. Klannit had this great idea. Up north, beyond Cattail, on the backside, the Occipital Region, of the Head, were the Crystal Mountains. It was known caves there had walls so smooth, so crystalline, they were fully functional mirrors.

Angel-azura reasoned that if she was reflected in one wall, reflected in its opposite, in its ceiling, floor, and all about it, she might be able to come solid. Sounds stupid but, unique to all Generation Fours, she can in fact do just that.

So Miss Mirrors trots off to try out her theory, leaving Mr Monolith to harden-harken back into his monumental majesty. Before she returns, before her mother returns with her father, three other female devils, very lowborn ones, happen upon Sedon's Peak.

These three, Crinsom, Ama-Tara, and Susal, were from different tribes, -- can't even remember which was from which devil-daddy any more but, as I said, it doesn't have a lot to do with the matter at hand. Point is, they animated the three statues Smith made of their mutual mothers and, armed with the Trigregos Talismans, became so infused with unaccountable potency they thought themselves capable of anything.

Certainly thought themselves Great Goddesses and figured they were the ones who should be ruling the Head. Consequently, the counterfeit queens brazen-boldly beetled off to bloody-battle Thrygragos. Very nearly beat them too. Didn't though. And, to put it mildly, the Great Gods were so infuriated at their presumptuousness it's a wonderment Hell didn't freeze over for lack of heat.

After cathonitizing the upstart kiddies, -- another first, the three lowborns' became the original stars in the Sedon Sphere --, they somehow traced the three least-yeast Easters' Samsara-Steps to Sedon's Peak and our frustrated monolith. Needless to say, they got the full story out of Smithmonger.

Almost as apoplectic as he was apologetic, in an effort to assuage their anger he crafted them individual power focuses. Not that they needed them to become solid. They already were that. These were Fat Head's Byronmask, Lackland's Cloak of Many Colours, and Mr Myth's mutable cross, -- all of which your pal, Kronokronos Akbar, has managed to get hold of somehow!

Smithy wasn't about to give up his newfangled body, though. Or his talisman, the anvil, from which he extracted all his other devic devices. Not without another blood-brazen bold-battle. Which was something the Great Gods were reluctant to risk. Particularly after such a hair-breadth escape from three litter-lowborns compared to Tvasitar, who was a third of Lazareme's breed-born Third.

What to do? What to do? Then Tantal showed up, along with Sister-Wife Methandra and Triplet-Brother Phantast. Suddenly it was no longer just their decision to make. Primarily because it wasn't just Tvasitar, the two future Thanatoids of Lathakra, and Mithras' other firstborn they'd have to fight.

In a notable display of unanimity, with them were virtually all highborn Master Devas, from all three tribes, -- the likes of Great Byron's Silverclouds and his latter-day two sets of Nucleoids; the Libertine's Unities, Tvasitar's breed brothers, Tariqartha and Azkeecyoos, the women between them, Anthea, Althea, and Metisophia; even such Mithras-maidens as Myrionymous Kore, Strife/Marutia, and Belialma, the future Sinistral Lust of Satanwyck.

To a one they demanded both bodies and talismans of their own. Wisely, if perhaps cowardly, Thrygragos didn't make an issue of it. And that's how devils came not only solid but possessed of their incredible abilities.

The Great Gods had a modicum of revenge however. They chained Tvasitar to his own anvil and Father Lazareme bade him stay there forevermore. Any devil wanted a body, he had to oblige. Dick-dildo power focuses. Even when they all had them, Smithy was forbidden to leave Sedon's Peak. Effectively therefore he became the first devil to have his own protectorate. Except he was a prisoner inside it.

Thus, to end our sad little saga, by the time Klannit returned to Mt Sedon with her fabulous news, that she could become bodily whole within the Crystal Caves, that they could therein be together as much as their former shells had been, Smithmonger couldn't leave the Peak to join her.

Been that way pretty much ever since.


As per the first chapter of 'The Volsung Variations' web-serial ("Trigon Now; Twilight Then"), Tom-Tiddly Taddletale is a faerie type with blue skin and golden hair. He began life as Tammuz Rhymer of Time-Retarded Dukkha, Sedon's Upper Lip-Tip.Ricardo Sandoval's 2014 version of Helios on the MoonSandoval's Helios, 1978

He's capricious, like most faerie types, but he's also fertile. Has a daughter by Morgianna nee Nauroz become Somata (later Sarpedon.) That daughter is revealed to be ... ah, but that would be telling. Which of course is his job.

Before he [presumably] got kidnapped (by fairies) and dusted (with faerie dust), Rhymer was an Inner Earth Summoning Child. That might mean he's a supranormal -- a deviant, according to many -- someone who was in effect born a mortal devazur.

On the surface of it, that devazur appears to be Rumour of Lazareme. Rhymer's father is the Male Entity, Heliosophos or Helios called Sophos the Wise, in his (very active) Eleventh Lifetime (roughly 1908-1950).

The pHanta-pHact that's he's virtually identical to Alorus Ptah, the golden-apple-eating first patriarch of post-Eden Humanity, might be significant. Then again, it might not.

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