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Infinispace The Sylloge

Images & Words: Void the Light – Part 4


The Spire would have to understand that it was all a mistake and we never intended to go so far against the edicts of the Spire. Why had Taria not told me? When did this happen? How long? Did she conspire against me? No! My mind was awash with thoughts of confusion, panic and betrayal.

Infinispace Glossary: Roze

Images & Words: Fire of Fanaticism


“We’re going to lose her anyway,” I said, surveying Roze and the opposing player in their ballet of violence. She appeared out geared and outmatched, but Roze was usually more cunning than her opponents.

Infinispace Means To An End

Images & Words: Means to an End


He grasped at the thin chain around his neck and pulled the miniature data shard from beneath his coat. A bright blue status light blinked back at him from a chip of what looked like irregular obsidian. The genesis of his revenge was intact. The reminder was no longer needed, eight years was enough.

From a Better Vanished Time

Images & Words: From a Better Vanished Time


Every Sunday, for years, I’d fired up its rumbling and willing engine and journeyed to the countryside to visit my white-haired uncle. The VMX, a gift from him, was his dearest dream … a mechanical anachronism from a better vanished time.

Images & Words: A Dog's Burden

Images & Words: A Dog’s Burden


Crab shows up and vanishes as he pleases. Yet he does so at the strangest of times, enigmatically appearing as if he knows that she needs him or wants to see him. Pets always seem to have a sixth sense in that regard.

Images & Words: In Machina Exspiravit

Images & Words: In Machina Exspiravit


They approached the terminal warily, looking through the lattice at ground level to ensure they could see no one else in the vault.  Hamlet secretly wished he could connect with Gravedigger via his bio.node, but there was no hope this deep under the ground…

Images & Words: Racadi's Stand

Images & Words: Racadi’s Stand


What I’m standing on now is a black, jagged monolith thrusting from the barren volcanic plains of Arsensia III like a decayed tooth of the world, its lower portion cloaked in an atmosphere of choking sulfur dioxide, and its summit extending into the vacuum of space. Who in their right mind makes a journey of eighty-five light-years to climb a barren rock cloaked in a deadly atmosphere?