Teller of Fate
or
The Fate of the Stars Themselves
Being
Volume the First
of
The High History of the Thirty Aions
A Story by
Gideon Jagged
⁂
…we are come unto a palace of which every stone is a separate jewel, and is set with millions of moons.
And this palace is nothing but the body of a woman, proud and delicate, and beyond imagination fair…She has very deep eye-lids, and long lashes. Her eyes are closed, or nearly closed. It is impossible to say anything about her. She is naked; her whole body is covered with fine gold hairs, that are the electric flames that are the spears of mighty and terrible Angels whose breast-plates are the scales of her skin. And the hair of her head, that flows down to her feet, is the very light of God himself. Of all the glories beheld by the seer…there is not one which is worthy to be compared with her littlest finger-nail.
— XXX Aerum vel Saecvli, ZIP
My head is jewelled with twelve stars; My body is white as milk of the stars; it is bright with the blue of the abyss of stars invisible.
— Cordis Cincti Serpente, 1-28
Every man that hath seen me forgetteth me never, and I appear oftentimes in the coals of the fire, and upon the smooth white skin of woman, and in the constancy of the waterfall, and in the emptiness of deserts and marshes, and upon great cliffs that look seaward; and in many strange places, where men seek me not.
— XXX Aerum, vel Saeculi, ARN
Continued here.
—Gideon Jagged
Innsmouth, July 2026
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