Symphony Of Ruin by: Christina Lay

Symphony of Ruin 
by Christina Lay 
Publication date: July 25th 2017
Genres: Dark Fantasy, Fantasy

Death is stalking The City. From out of the catacombs, a deadly monster has arisen. Unfortunately for alchemist’s apprentice Remy the Rat Boy, his master is away and it’s up to Remy to discover the nature of the monster and put an end to its killing rampage. His search for answers takes him high into the elegant chambers of the city’s elite, and down into long forgotten ruins, into depths untraveled and unimagined for centuries. Lost in the ancient ruins with only ghosts and creatures of the darkness for companionship, Remy must use every ounce of wit and conjure every scrap of magic at his disposal in order to survive the labyrinth and save The City from its shadow self.

A magical and thrilling journey by award-winning author Christina Lay, inspired by the game and artwork of Dungeon Solitaire: Labyrinth of Souls. For more information on the Labyrinth of Souls fiction project, visit


The mouth of the catacomb gusted dank, fetid air. A persistent wind howled and keened deep in the belly of the hillside, playing the maze of tunnels like a massive organ made of bones and rubble.
Remy's head throbbed and his throat was parched. Brandy was a much harsher mistress than beer, he decided.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Glyn asked. He also looked unhappy, his wide eyes bleary and his posture concave, as if his head and shoulders were too heavy a burden to bear.
Remy tried to muster a show of enthusiasm, but there was really no selling a trip into the catacombs as a good idea. Only a necessary one.
"There's no way around it if we want to stop this plague."
"Can't we wait for Master Marek?"
"And let how many more people die?" Remy turned on his friend, away from the abyss of the tunnel. "I have no idea when he'll be back. He's already overdue, with no word of his return. He might have been cooked into a giant's stew for all I know." Remy instantly regretted his words. There was no reason to suspect anything dire had befallen his master and there was no point in begging after bad news.
Glyn frowned and did not looked convinced. Remy's determination was fading fast as well. Why not wait for Marek? He bundled his thin cloak tighter around him. "We only need to go in as far as the last few burials."
The tunnels weren't real catacombs, or at least that hadn't been the original intention. The hill on which the city was founded was only partially natural. Over the centuries, it had grown higher as conquerors built upon the crushed remains of the conquered. The crowning castle and cathedral stood upon a mountain of ruins. In some places, old rooms and passageways were still in use as cellars and conduits, but the deeper one went, the more hazardous and impenetrable they became. At the water's edge, the tunnels served as a convenient storage place for the dead during the winter, when the ground in the fields beyond the city froze to a stone-like consistency. But eventually, the reburial of the poor stopped happening, and the grave men left frozen corpses in what became a subterranean cemetery of unknown depth. Every few years, floods washed away the recently stowed, clearing out room for more.
As a street urchin, Remy had explored endless lengths of the tunnels and intriguing ruins, but like everyone else, stayed away from the catacombs. When the winter winds blew, as they did now, the cemetery moaned and howled. People said it was the song of the dead, lamenting their fate.
"How about a beer first?" Remy asked. Glyn nodded enthusiastically and as one they turned to the narrow stone steps carved into the flood wall. But at the same time, a tumult from above reached them. Kettle pots serving as drums pounded, and the tell-tale bell of the grave men rang out.

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Christina Lay is primarily a writer of fantastical fiction, with frequent forays into mystery and mainstream. Many of her short stories have been published in anthologies, magazines and online. She's won five awards for her short fiction, including second place in the Writers' Digest Short Fiction competition in 2003. Her novels have also won awards, including first place in the Rupert Hughes Writing Competition at the Maui Writers Conference, First Place in the Journey Conference Novel competition, and she was a finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writers Association competition. Death is a Star, her first novel to be published, was released in February 2013.
Christina was born in Eugene, Oregon and graduated from the University of Oregon in 1988 with a degree in Sociology and a minor in Political Science. She's worked a wide variety of jobs, from pastry shop clerk to computer software support to cost accounting and bookkeeping for nonprofits. Her favorite job so far has been administrative assistant in a Victorian House Museum. The goal is always to spend as much time as possible writing. For fun she likes to study languages through poetry, take way too many pictures with digital cameras, and be herded by her border collie, Lazlo.

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