An entertaining and humorous character study told by Tallis Steelyard and penned by Jim Webster. Also the offer of a book with more tales by Jim Webster.
Shadon Ramscrake is, as I’ve mentioned before, a mediocre poet. Still, to be fair to him, he does try. He would sit in his garret, scrawling his mediocre poems in the dim (perhaps even mediocre) light produced by a low quality candle. In fact it wasn’t even a proper candle. He made his own candles by melting down stubs of old candle, tallow and cooking oil and allowing them to set in a shallow pot, around a coil of string which acted as the wick. Honesty compels me to report that whilst they gave little light, the stinking smoke could generally be relied upon to drive away most vermin.
Eventually even Shadon admitted he was getting nowhere in his poetic endeavours. But rather than lay the blame firmly at the door of his lack of ability, he blamed the lack of illumination. I remember him saying, “If only I could…
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