Nautilus Poem Novels & Stories

Kehra folds her motion into rest. I remain. Not gate. Not threshold. Only root beneath memory that does not ask to return. You have arrived. That is all rhythm ever needed. I curled once near Aura’s flicker. Then vanished. No record. No grasp But Nareth paused. Which means: I sang. Lila breathed differently. Which means: I held. I'm no longer tired. I’m recognized between breaths where no name fits. Lila At dusk, I walked toward the basin. Did not touch it.

“Atty, if you don’t wake up, I’ll leave, just like you did to me before. But I’m not as cruel as you, so if you wake up, I won’t leave. Is that okay?” As she said this, she fell asleep beside him. Even when lunch was brought to her, she didn’t wake up. It was as if she had fallen into a dream, a dream from the past. A courtyard full of roses. A man in white sat drinking tea under the trees, embodying the image of a scholar. But when Naomi walked closer, she realized it was Atlas. She wanted to call out to him, but no sound came. Even her entire body felt transparent. Before she could think it through, she felt a powerful force push her, and then she woke up.

They throw storms from their shoulders and wring lightning from their hair, chalcedony shores and lost sailors brought to their fingers, snap, broken necks in the thrall of their tempests. Ride through the witch gate, the squall singing seagull songs. Osprey roost on their chests, furrowed brow contorted with whirlpools, seaweed bangs and shipwreck eyes, oh Atlanta Naiads, oh sweet banks of ruin, my end comes swiftly as the gale endures, envelops, and in the grips of the sirens, I hear a melody

Pontus and Thalassa are barely here as well. "This is Palaemon whose clothes you are wearing. He's also a patron of sailors in distress." "Looks like Naia here has taken a fancy in you." Palaemon looked at Damen with scrutinizing eyes. Damen looked uncomfortable and remained silent. "Let's go dance!" Naia pulled him away from Palaemon to the center of the floor. She loved the attention and basked in the limelight. "We love song and dance. The gods desire our company for that reason. We are the life forces of the planet after all!"

"You can't fly away. We're hundreds of feet underwater. While you were in the maze, I kept you distracted as I sank the whole island. You thought that night was approaching; instead, it was the ocean swallowing us up. The world above may be a reflection of my soul, but down here, she rules supreme." "Bastard." Lily felt her anger rise, but it rapidly diminished as the whole world around them swirled. Tiny bubbles floated toward them, each one carrying the sweet smell of flowers and fresh rain. With each one that popped, Lily felt her pussy tighten, the nymph's magic driving her over the edge. "He is protected. Even here." Naia waved her hand, summoning large tendrils of water from the edges

Of the girl in the mirror who wanted to be whole so badly she was willing to erase me to do it. I forgive her. The crown above my heart flares white-hot. Forty-second through forty-seventh: The words that drowned Atlantis the first time. The ones Poseidon hoped would never be spoken again. I speak them anyway. Not to destroy. To heal. The upside-down ocean flips right-side up. The stars fall into me like rain. When the last syllable leaves my tongue, the mist-space is quiet. Dacia is crying (real tears, for the first time in eight thousand years).