Tag Archives: In the Laboratory of the Night

Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 28 April 2013 (Of moonlight and parallels)

Posted on April 27, 2013 by epbeaumont

“Did you want to walk?” He nods, looking eager for the first time. Yes, in the moonlight, he can pass for mortal. “I’ll set the next batch,” and that’s a matter of a few minutes, and then she closes the … Continue reading →

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 21 April 2013 (A stroll past midnight)

Posted on April 20, 2013 by epbeaumont

Terence and his inamorata stroll among the foliage, in a fantastical sort of garden. The university grounds are peculiar; there are places here that try to imitate Oxford or Paris, and sometimes a flash of moonlight on a carven doorway, … Continue reading →

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 14 April 2013 (Singing vampires)

Posted on April 13, 2013 by epbeaumont

She is making notations in a notebook, and then she pulls a glowing screen toward her, and through the glass I hear the tap of fingers pit-a-pat on the keys.  “I’m on deadline,” she says, “but I might be able … Continue reading →

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 7 April 2013 (Vampires in the library)

Posted on April 6, 2013 by epbeaumont

Of course, no one has moved any of these books, Gauss or Galileo or Newton, in simply ages. I read or re-read them, I confess, for much the same reasons as Terence reads his dime-novels, to recapture the thrill of … Continue reading →

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