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Chapter dives the flanks of brine-streaked isles, scooping silt and salt with webbed claws, sucking seaworms from a handful of mud.

https://katalepsis.net/2025/06/20/placid-island-black-infinity-2-1-12/

This week's password is: submerge

An epub upload of the chapter is also attached below!

Maisie Morell's Bizarre Adventure continues apace! And with this chapter, all the pieces are now on the board (even if Maisie hasn't correctly identified them as such.) All that remains is to watch the clash - although the question remains, who exactly is playing the game? Not me, that's for sure, because Maisie's hands are on the controls, not mine. But is she player, or pawn? If it's the latter, I don't think she would endure it for long. Let's find out how badly she's going to knife me, when all this is done.

And, because I don't say this here anywhere near enough - thank you! Thank you, readers and patrons, for reading my little story, for being here for the opening of Katalepsis Book Two. You're the ones who make all of this possible in the first place! I am just a conduit. I hope you're enjoying Maisie's wild ride as much as I am enjoying writing it! We've barely begun the book, but Maisie's personal opening act is rushing toward the unexpected.

And now, on with the show!

Comments

Kennyevilmonkey

So the slut fairy isn't even the one in charge here. I wonder if we will get to meet a Queen slut fairy? After all, someone has to be in charge here. What would a castle even be without a King or Queen to sit in its throne?

HY

Not in charge, indeed! In fact, she has the rearmost position in the parade. Perhaps she's been playing with things she shouldn't, trying to feel big and important? And yes, I suspect Maisie might enjoy meeting the Queen Slut, though perhaps she's focused on other things for now. But if she gets a chance ...

AsheHides

Muadhnait is not as mundane as she appears, we thinks. Doll derived defenstration will not be enough. (Unless this is a different kind of story (which it is)) The board seems all encompassing to its pieces, and you stepped right into the game, Maise. Will you let the players use you? A Dolls decorations are its Purpose. You have a knife, would you not be apoplectic if robbed of it? Faeries in the forces! Fundamental and final, fickle and fey, watchers and weepers and wardens and waylayers I am suspicious. Muadhnait is dead and she is not dead, not till confirmation, not till the helmet comes off (are you flesh or fey?) Briar bitch, we've a dragon in our head that desires only your heart on her claw (it looks so tasty) (I do despise this so called goddess) Slightly more than mortal, that Muadhnait. The doll desires depravity despite dehumanizing itself constantly. Does it desire its own kind of love? (Let yourself be cared for, Maise. Even carbon fibre and steel need maintainence) Tenny! My favorite mothgirl who is not a portent of things to come