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The way had been shut, the Neitherlands were shattered for all Quentin knew. The Beast didn’t need to kill them, he had simply used them. Now that he had attained the power he sought they didn’t matter anymore. In Fillory, they had been hiding at the faun’s house, underground, beneath the roots of a massive clock tree. They had been so arrogant; they were proud of the battle magic Penny had learned. “My THAC0 is on fleek.” Janet laughed, casting magic missile at a row of bottles. THAC0 (to hit armor class zero) had become a running gag after Quentin explained what it was. That evening they gathered wild mushrooms and cooked them in a big iron pot in the faun’s fireplace. They had feasted and gotten drunk on Fillorian honey wine. Now he knew. They had been so stupid. The Beast had been there all along, quietly watching them practice and drink and joke about his armor class.

Beauty is Terror

Slime molds: organisms in a sate of permeability

Slime molds are collective organisms that are nearly uncategorizable. Cellular slime molds are individual micro-organisms, something like amoebas. They live on detritus: decaying plant matter. When food is scarce, something amazing happens. They seek each other out and join together into a macro-organism. In their initial stage as a macro-organism, the plasmoid stage, they are capable of movement, and moreover of “hunting”. The collective organism moves through bifurcation, it branches towards where it wants to go and then retracts from where it has been. As a macro-organism, it searches for a large food source (usually decaying plant matter) and devours it. After the macro-organism has discovered and consumed the food source, it forms fruiting bodies to propagate its spores. The spores scatter throughout the forest, and where they land they will develop into individual micro-organisms.

Elder Gods of the Blood-Soaked Field

Dieties of winter, embodying the withering of all life in the season of desiccation, freely roam the open plain in behemoth aspect.

Colloquially known as nut-cracker, a god of devouring stalks the land, consuming and destroying crops of the fall harvest.

Accompanying this terrible being is the “man of snow” a rotund figure whose jovial nature hides the fact that his form conceals a bleached human skeleton. Originally a ritual practice of obscure sub-arctic cannibal tribes, the “man of snow” somehow detached from its original semiotic context and descended to dwell in the warmth of Christian holiday. read more