Full moon plus one. A death song
My head aches. My belly feels as if it has been turned inside out and trampled by an ox. My mouth tastes like a piskie’s armpit. I try to stand […]
Full moon. The smell of roasting emu
Even a hero must suffer the occasional setback. Even a hero will be mocked by those who do not understand. When I smell the emu roasting at the front of […]
Later. Do not talk to me.
Hunting – um – Riding the wild emu.
Three quarter moon plus one. Hunting the wild emu.
We set off for the hunt just as dawn breaks. Or at least the gang of ruffians sets off, with Matty and Sarah in the lead, and I follow some […]
Three quarter moon. Bushranger
I, Harry-le-beau, who once dined with the Maharajah of Travancore and his mother (who was, of course, the power behind the throne, though few realised it except for me), am […]
Later. More humiliation.
Sarah has come to save me! Oh joy! Oh happiness! My brilliance will not be lost to the world after all! She unlocks the cell door, and I stagger upright. […]
