There is a cabal breathing

deeper than the bellows

drawing up the emerald fires

beneath rain-glistened cobbles,

while you may hear the groaning

from the caverns below,

the whisper of sorcery

is less than the dying sigh

of a thief stumbling unwilling

into Darujhistan’s secret web . . .

Cabal (fragment)

Puddle (b.1122?)

GotM, UK Trade, p.142