Tag: Across the Rimless Sea (The Prosatio Silban Tales)

Culinary myths for the mystically inclined (with a few ancillaries).

A Prosatio Silban Amuse-Bouche: Room

“DOESN’T IT MAKE YOU CLAUSTROPHOBIC to cook in such confinement?” asked a visitor to Prosatio Silban’s close-quartered galleywagon. “Less than you would think,” the beefy cook answered over the chop-chop-chop of mincing lizard-breast. “I actually find that it makes me…