Satrap of Saturn

Consequences In His Name, Most High Murcia. He was supposed to meet me in Murcia, take this cursed book out of my hands. What had it gotten me? The calls aching in my throat. The intelligences and their signs of power, sigils writ as if hanging in the air, pulsing with their own cold life. No being interested in enlightening the children of Adam waits in those constellations, nor any of the isolated stars listed in the book's fourth through sixth appendices. Jackals, at best, vultures, and remoras, and maddening things with no means of communing with man except through wicked jest. My eyes, still singed with the sights given me in the conjuration of the King in Aldebaran. No, I had best be well shot of the whole affair, and return to an ordinary life as a scholar and an ordinary piety. But the Corsican tyrant's soldiers had torn up the roads and land, I had been arrested and questioned and plucked for bribes twice, I was weeks late to Murcia. Now outside the city I waited by...

TREASURE MAP AS DISTRESS BEACON ACROSS TIME AND WORLDS—CONFER A BEACON THROUGH FOOTNOTES OR INVOCATIONS. The hierophants, autophagii, and other factions inside the coiled world beneath Warwick New Jersey are physically trapped—the molded space-time of the labyrinth's hull offers but one-way routes from outer to interior spaces. With the knowledge of the labyrinth's operation lost, its sojourn through the planets of the Consophontry halted, what can the magi within attempt but dreamwork and summonings? Surely some of the tool-using chordates currently lumbering about its crust will respond, will seek the buried horde of jewels and power. The appetites of those who would delve are the very traits that make any sophonts valuable as a servitor race. But they may yet be simply too primitive even to drill down to the hull of the labyrinth, to say nothing of the astromantic expertise need to unlock the surface portals. Though the attacks of the ophiuchans, burrowers, woodworks, etc....