We Don't Want You Around Here

Someplace to be Flying

The Blues

"Fairbanks" - Shawn McNulty

“The blues make a rough blanket, like the ones they give you in the orphanage. But they keep out the cold. I shoved a cassette into the tape player without looking, waiting for the dark streets to take hold of me and pull me in, waiting to get back to myself.”
- Strega, Andrew Vachss

Not everything, of course

"The Ectasy of St Martin" - Sekator, Flickr

“I told Renny about Lazarus, not everything, of course, not the way I felt inside, just how I arose from bed at odd hours, compelled to drive out there. I revealed the corners of what was happening. Yet I said too much. Be careful whom you tell your story to.”
- The Ice Queen, Alice Hoffman

The Third Angel

“Michael resembled a dog in many ways: He could smell danger and he could smell wealth, he could stalk and quarry. He lived in the moment, for the here and now. He had gone through life without questioning much. The only time he ever felt connected was when he saw stray dogs. It happened in abandoned villages in France and in New York City, down by the docks. It was a weird, visceral connection, like seeing yourself in the mirror and recognizing yourself even though you’d looked different from how you’d imagined, all fangs and fur and fear.”
- The Third Angel

Wild Things

"Cody doesn't say a word. Just looks at her, then he snaps his cue in two, tosses the pieces onto the table. Picks up his hat and walks out. I see something in his eyes as he leaves, something in the shadows under that low brim. The desert's in there and the timberlands. All the lonely, wild places where he roams--not because anyone makes him, but because he claims he wants to."
- Someplace To Be Flying, Charles de Lint

Dark Dreams

One of the best and most surprising dreams I've had in a long time.


Two men in a forest, one with a darkness, the other without. The darker one asks the other if he can read the roots, the lighter one says he can. The forest is dark, with wet, damp earth underfoot and huge trees. The lighter one picks up a small tree root, pulling it out of the ground (roots like the Mystic’s hair in The Fall), saying that he can read it. The Darker one picks up a thicker, heavier root and pulls it out of the ground. He tells the lighter man that he cannot read this root, but once the darker man is done with him will be able to.
Cut to a cinematic shot, zooming out of the forest like the camera is in a helicopter. Flying over the trees, seeing the border between the forest and the city. The city, with tall buildings built close together, skyscrapers and shining glass. Flying fast over the tops of the buildings and twisting around, like a rollercoaster. Past the buildings, skimming over the edge of the water that the city borders on. Forest, city, water. It’s the perfect blue of CG, with small choppy ripples for waves. The lighter man is flying along, unwillingly, with this panning view and he is screaming.
Back in the forest, in a different part or possibly somewhere else just as dark and wild and wet. The lighter man is made to kneel in the dirt. Now he will learn. His hands are wet and his fingers rest on a shock plate. In the dream it is black and rectangular, about half an inch thick. The lighter man is crying, explaining the rules of physics and electricity. His fingers drip with water. The darker man, no more than a disembodied voice and a presence by now, tells the lighter one that when he is done he will be able to read the tree roots. Other dark men mill around, men with the same darkness about them but with less power. The servants of the dark one.
The man still begs, but she shocks still come and he doesn’t die. Instead it makes him into exactly what he wants.