Katalepsis, Eusebeia Epoche - placid islands; black infinity - 2-1.11
Chapter sails the sun-starved void between creations, on wings of silver gossamer and a hull of stone-hard wood glazed with molten gold.
https://katalepsis.net/2025/06/13/placid-island-black-infinity-2-1-11/
This week's password is: alcazar
Epub version of the chapter is also attached below, as always!
The opening arc of Eusebeia Epoche pushes onward, into perhaps the only thing more tangled than Maisie's mind - a bloody great castle, a Katalepsis staple. Though perhaps Maisie wishes it wasn't so, because this is really more Heather's haunt, isn't it? (Don't remind her, maybe she'll let me get away with this for another few paragraphs before she figures out it's time to- oh, too late!)
Ahem. Well! Behind the scenes, this is getting very spicy. Maisie is extremely difficult to metatextually 'control' - she keeps veering away from my plans in both the physical and the emotional sense, and I'm very happy to let her take the wheel as much as she wants. Not that I can stop her. I think we're just peeking over the halfway point of the arc now, I think. Here's where a lot of stuff is about to start crashing together, and our girl might have to start dodging some of it, including the parts of it that are her own fault.
Anyway! On with the show! I hope you enjoy this one, dear readers! Here we go!
Comments (2)
I was seriously thinking that she was going to grab the doll and be like, "I'm taking this home with me. Don't ask why..."
She was thinking that! If the scene hadn't gone the way it had toward the end, that was actually another beat I had ready in the notes/outline. Though her reasons would have been very obvious and hard to conceal. And now the doll is moving by itself, well, Maisie doesn't need that excuse anymore.