Besides, I’ve seen your show - I can handle the likes of you. I don’t need to be shepherded from appearance to appearance like that prattling fool Arthur Proctor. I know my publisher has tried to shackle me, but I do not need its assistance or its guidance. (He’s flustered by the interruption, but he tries to hide his perturbation. (Interrupting casually, still not looking up from notes.) You didn’t clear this with the management team provided by your publisher, right? The Ryan & O’Sullivan Talent Agency has some good people. For you see, I believe that a dialogue can illuminate a work, but. I’m ready to share my wisdom with your audience, to explore what my work means - at least inasmuch as an author can share with those not committed to the experience within the confines of the text. (Not looking up from notes.) Almost time, I suppose.

Henry is busy trying to manufacture an impressive posture. Will sips from a branded coffee mug and reads notes. A production assistant scurries across the set making sure everything is ready, while interviewer Will and author Henry Henry sit at the table. Ten feet away, two risers flank the left and right of the table and are mostly filled with a business-casual audience. A black backdrop hangs behind the bookcases. Behind the table are bookcases neatly arranged with an array of performatively impressive titles. Stage lights shine down on a small oak conference table with two wingback leather chairs.

And you, dear reader, should not buy it.A small studio set rigged for live television broadcast. Mark my words, this nonsense has nothing to do with my tale. I will not stand idle while some poor excuse for an editor mangles and confuses my story, which is intact, perfect, and concluded, with this derivative drivel. “-No! The only offence to literature greater than the loathsome synopsis is the sequel. Unless, that is, unreliable narrator, notorious plagiarist, and sequel denier Henry Henry can unleash something so awful it deserves no repetition.Īfter the stunning success of Fearscape, comes A Dark Interlude, the story of Trapped in a cycle of infinite sequels, the world is doomed to repeat tired tropes and clichéd conflicts without end. this is the story of how humanity escapes. The Sandman meets Dark Souls in Fearscape: A Dark Interlude - a world with infinite sequels, dark creatures, endless possibilities, trapped in repetition.

Fearscape by Ryan O'Sullivan