This is Not Robert Longshore - The Memoirs of the Fulcrum of Fate

W hen I have Peitho arranged in the carriage, I approach Ted. My voice low enough that only he can hear, I let my eyes scan the apparently sleeping town as I talk. “ I can't thank you enough for what you are doing – but I don't think it's wise for us to sleep in individual rooms any longer.” “ Too expensive, signore? I could—“ “ No.” My tone is too sharp; I apologize with my eyes. “And not sir. Robert is fine. Rob, even, if you like. The... the people after us— It would just be better if we were all together – with other people.” My eyebrows raised, eyes emphatically but not insanely wide, I nod slowly until he mirrors my behavior. “ I'm not sure I understand,” he says, his eyes see-sawing with the motion of his head on his neck. "The girl, she—“ I put my hand on his arm reassuringly, but really pulling myself in closer. Conspiratorially I whisper: “ She'll be fine soon enough,” I lie like I know that to be true. I wish I did. “You know where all the bes...

  I've been reading a lot of 19 th century occult literature, recently. That's only sort of true. I'm an audio learner – so what is true is that I bought a collection of essays and short(er) writings on the occult which were composed for the most part it seems in the 19 th century. To be sure, I bought this particular collection because it was the only audio recording I could find of any of Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa's works. But what I got in addition to that has been a wealth of... I would say information, but that might imply it's new information. And if I outright say it's not new information, I'll sound like I'm bragging – because a lot of the things they're saying in these essays, et al, aren't exactly the kinds of things you just come across in life. And that's true. I have sought much of these ideas out. But if I'm being honest, they're saying the things I've privately thought – either independent of any serious study...