the midden
The Midden is not an archive.
It’s a heap of things nobody managed to kill properly.
I’ve outlasted enough wars between humans, demons, and angels to know they all start sounding the same after a while. A noble cause. A power trip. A body count.
Here you’ll find field notes, case studies, folklore, artifacts, testimonies, and redacted reports. The scraps worth salvaging once the fire dies and the liars lose interest. There’s also the occasional recipe. Don’t ask.
I won’t promise any of it is safe.
I won’t promise all of it is accurate.
Only that it has been worth keeping.
Read what you like. Doubt what you must (I would).
Just don’t mistake my weariness for weakness. I’ve buried prettier things than you.
—Digger
What the Colours Know
Tuesday. The farm shop on the edge of the village. I need eggs. That’s the whole of it, as errands…
Billy Nadig: Just Billy
There’s a little boy on the Tube in the 90s. One, maybe two years old. Jam on his face. Waving…
English Magick
The chalk is close to the surface here. You notice it when the ground dries out—white showing through like bone….
Demons
Before London got complicated, a man came through here on his way back from the city. Salesman. The rolling-suitcase kind….
Murder in an English Village
The statistics coming out of rural England don’t alarm people the way they should. They should. I’ve been watching the…
Soren Huxford: A man who doesn’t miss
The first thing you should know is that he makes excellent coffee. Not the kind that comes from following instructions….
Faeryland
Every culture that looked into the dark long enough came back with the same story. A place beside this one….
The Demon War
Someone left a file on the bar last winter. I wasn’t there when it arrived. That happens sometimes. The door…
Shifters
I hear patrons talking over the beer, usually after the fourth or fifth pint. Shifter, they’ll say, nodding like that settles things. …
Hand of Glory
When the Dark and Light fight, folklore stops being quaint. It becomes schooling. Check out the books on my shelf….
Billy’s Boots
People assume keeping old work boots is about sentimentality. A father. A trade. A man you wanted to be. Billy’s…
Tazia Savoy: The Girl With No Human Record
Information has a way of shedding weight as it travels. Names drop off first. Then dates. Then certainty. What’s left…