City of Iron

[icaruslived]

It was called Fenris, and it stank.

It stank of blood, and sulphur, and, of course, the iron, the ever-present iron, forged and hammered to stand strong and stark. It jutted, tall and defiant, a cold, sprawling, metallic blotch on one edge of the grand Lake Bifrost.

Once, the iron had simply been the cheapest building material around, brought

Comments

[reckless_blues]

This was terrific. Bravo.

That pebble - what a good image. And those last few lines.

[icaruslived]

I actually stole the pebble imagery straight from lrig_rorrim's miiiind. She is an incredibly great writing partner, because she just pours her mind open and you're now swimming in an embarrassment of riches!

[reckless_blues]

Mm. *nods* I always really liked reading her stuff.

[bleodswean]

This was a truly enjoyable read. Your world-building complete unto itself.

[icaruslived]

Thank you very kindly!

[beeker121]

I love the image of wanting to control even the sun, I suppose that's a logical conclusion for a city of clockwork and not magic.

I'm fascinated that the refugees found an empty city, and wonder if maybe they just couldn't see the clockwork/citizens around them.

This is really good.

[icaruslived]

Naaah, not that much hubris. They know they can't control the sun...

...so they'll just make their own! Totally sane. Yuh huh.

[roina_arwen]

Very creative - I like how the machines treated magic as a disease!

[icaruslived]

An unpredictable, wild, inconsistent set of behaviours, built into the human body. Dangerous. Cancerous. Kill them, if you can...

[jem0000000]

Yay! :) I'm glad they got back together in the end.

[icaruslived]

They say there are only two types of story, after all, the comedy and the tragedy... :p