Surrealism. The Country Without a Morning At the monastery of clockmakers, no one owned a watch. The walls held thousands of them, each behind a glass door, each keeping a different hour. Some advanced in patient increments. Some trembled at midnight. One had no hands and chimed...
Historical Fantasy. The Unreliable Country At the Monastery of Saint Orra, the clocks were made of brass, horn, pearwood, and other arguments. They disagreed openly. The western tower marked the hour before the western sun, while the infirmary clock insisted that dawn had...
Weird Fiction. The Bicycle Door Every morning, the monastery of clockmakers unfolded its rooms in the wrong order. The bakery appeared behind the chapel. The well rose in the attic. By noon, the cloister had become a narrow blue corridor smelling of hot brass and rain. Ilan...
Mystery. The Observatory Below Captain Ilya Venn had been above the monastery for eleven years, though the monastery was not below her in any way that mattered. It was the country beneath her that had become doubtful. Governments changed their names. Rivers were reported in new...
Magical Realism. The Missing Hour By the time Mara reached the monastery, every clock had disagreed with every other clock. Some showed noon beneath a pearl morning. Others displayed midnight at noon, their hands moving backward with the solemnity of insects crawling across a...
Surrealism. The forbidden weather At the Monastery of Clockmakers, the clocks had no hands. They were kept in oak rooms beneath a roof stained burnt orange, each one tuned to a different hour and each forbidden to display it. The country had abolished reliable time after a year...
Historical Fantasy. Letters Beneath the Iron Snow On the morning the future stopped writing, Mara Venn found three letters beneath the monastery’s kitchen door. They had arrived by bicycle. Not through the post road, but through a narrow passage in the old city wall that had...
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