From the author: The shopkeeper offers you a tincture. One drop in your eye will let you recognize the stories that matter. Will you take it? Do you trust the keeper of this stall of strange wonders?
Later this month I'll be putting up the first episode of a new serial, The Market of Magical Goods. These are brief, interlocking micro-fictions that straddle the line between prose and poetry, with a strong fabulist vibe running through them.
Every month I'll be adding a new episode. There's no specific order to read them in, and no defined ending at this point, just something fun for those who follow me and those who happen to stumble across the story.
What is the market of magical goods?
It is an open-air market with many stalls, each unique, repeating themselves in fractal uncertainties. A place for powerful goods and blatant frauds. Stalls of worthless junk. Stalls of rare magic. Flying carpets and magic lamps, enchanted swords and wondrous potions, charms to ward off evil, scrolls to summon it--and also the many shopkeepers, experts in rare finds, each certain that they can convince you to buy.