Inkpot Gods (Alchemical Journeys #4)

Book I. Tin

BOOK I

Tin

I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid.

—T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

Circles standing in holy ground

Stone rings follow the seasons round

Roofless walls rise in graceful arches

Secret doors lead to these far marches.

—Talis Kimberley, “Ancient Sky”