ISSUE #6 - Big Changes

Here you'll find all the contents that were in issue #6 of the Rahaman Reader

Happy Friday, everyone!

This week's issue is going to be a bit different. I've been doing a lot of thinking about what I want this newsletter to be. At first, I just wanted to use it as a vehicle to get exclusive content to people who were interested. While that is still the case, I think that I'm going to be delivering said content to you in a bit of a different fashion. Instead of essentially throwing content at you, I'm going to to be handing it to you. Seems like kind of a blunt analogy, I know, but I shall elaborate.

I can be very over-zealous at times. I get so excited about writing and creating content that I often get lost in my own world and forget how the real one works. This includes forgetting how other people work sometimes...


I, on occasion, overwhelm others with my work, questions about their work, or simply with my presence. I've received some great feedback from a few of you over the past week and think that I have formed a plan for what I want this newsletter to be. What those change boil down to are as follows:

 - Less is more (less content given out per issue)

 - More text in each issue (blog-style, to engage 

readers on a more personal level)

- More images (everyone likes wise-cracking 

skeletons, right?


Anyways, here is the next part of the SSS(Of the Sky, Of the Sea, and Of the Stones) series. For those of you new to the Rahaman Reader, this is an ongoing series told from the perspective of Athos Angion, an 80-something year old scholar who begins writing his magnum opus about the wonders of the world of Okeanós.


This week, he tells us of how his mentor, Aquilaria Wood(Quil for short) dealt with the sinister sight she witnessed during her time on the isle of Agalloch.

From now on, I will be only supplying parts for the SSS series in PDF format. Let's face it, no one was even using the Epub or Mobi formats, were they? If you do miss having access to these formats, you're welcome to send me an angry email! Feel free to call me names as well, such as the following:

-Brain-addled chimpanzee

                       -A blind idiot God, minus the deific status

     -Fucktrumpet (Yes, one word)


And much more!


To which you will receive a reply accompanied by a thank you and whatever work you desire, in whatever format you desire :)

Recently, some poets have subscribed to The Rahaman Reader, therefore I'm going to be including a poem that was in issue #1. This is one of my better poetic works, though I don't dabble in poetry nearly as often as other content types.

This poem, titled 'From the Yawning Gulf', is about the act of creation and about the void that often surrounds creative types. A fair bit of dark imagery, but you'll find a positive message within.

Just as a small side-note, I'm going to be retracting the exclusivity of much of the contents of these newsletters. I'm going to be posting short stories, poems, and art previously only included in issues of The Rahaman Reader on my website, and possibly other places, in hopes of getting my work out there a bit more.


Don't worry, though, the SSS series, and a few other treats, will remain a newsletter exclusives!

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"Approaching the docks, we heard the violent smashing of wood and the clanging of metal being pounded through the cold veil of white mist that hung in the air by the coast. With a sudden gust, the pale haze cleared to reveal a beast from the brine like none I had seen before or after my time on Kioshell Island. It was roughly the same size as the fishing ship that had ferried me here and was in the process of tearing apart a vessel of similar proportions with a cold fury, pausing only to fling away huge bits of debris or adjust the monstrous maw that was its shell: the living, partially decomposed head of a sky serpent.."