The Heresies Of Radulf Burntwine
Aug 22, 2026 · 44 min · 10 segments
**The Heresies of Radulf Burntwine: A Horror, Dark Fantasy, Medical Mystery Audio Drama** Umberto Eco Meets H.P. Lovecraft in a world of Occult Academia, Laboratory Judaica. Heavily inspired by…
Zachary GoldenHostSince departing the living monastery, Ian and I have barely spoken.
We wary of each other's company, to be sure.
This is nothing new.
But there's an undercurrent that seems somehow different.
I suppose he is finally accepting that it is time for him to move on from my tutelage and begin life in earnest.
He is a man now, nearing 20.
I have never kept an apprentice so long in my service.
I believe he was 12 when I met him, and already he was near my height.
I am not a tall man, mind, but 175 centimetres at 12 is a feat, to be sure.
In these seven-odd years, I have been his sole adult influence and environmental constant.
Unlike many of my apprentices, he did not spend his first year at the Institute or at a stationary location.
We were on the move from day one, and he has never once complained about his environment.
Perhaps that is simple chemovitch inscrutability, but I don't think so.
I think he was born for travel, and the idea of settling down, even in the bustling metropolis of Jostoc, probably bores him to tears.
Or I'm projecting.
If he truly does not wish to remain in Jostoc, I may well employ him as a field technician.
I have the resources now, and having a presence on either side of the continent would mean fewer missed cases and greater emergency response time.
I wouldn't say he's ready to manage the more complex cases on his own now, but experience is the greatest teacher, and he has proven himself more than capable in all technical aspects of the job.
It's only his knowledge base and deductive reasoning that are a bit lacking.
That and his herbal and chemical skills.
The boy could mess up baking soda and vinegar.
All of this is assuming he has any interest in pursuing academics at all.
There's every possibility he would rather spend his years as a merchant, peddling his brother's wares in the Mahal Strait.
I'll have a talk with him tonight about what sort of life he wants to lead.
A difficult decision that will take time to make.
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Since departing the living monastery, Ian and I have barely spoken.
We wary of each other's company, to be sure.
This is nothing new.
But there's an undercurrent that seems somehow different.
I suppose he is finally accepting that it is time for him to move on from my tutelage and begin life in earnest.
He is a man now, nearing 20.
I have never kept an apprentice so long in my service.
I believe he was 12 when I met him, and already he was near my height.
I am not a tall man, mind, but 175 centimetres at 12 is a feat, to be sure.
In these seven-odd years, I have been his sole adult influence and environmental constant.
Unlike many of my apprentices, he did not spend his first year at the Institute or at a stationary location.
We were on the move from day one, and he has never once complained about his environment.
Perhaps that is simple chemovitch inscrutability, but I don't think so.
I think he was born for travel, and the idea of settling down, even in the bustling metropolis of Jostoc, probably bores him to tears.
Or I'm projecting.
If he truly does not wish to remain in Jostoc, I may well employ him as a field technician.
I have the resources now, and having a presence on either side of the continent would mean fewer missed cases and greater emergency response time.
I wouldn't say he's ready to manage the more complex cases on his own now, but experience is the greatest teacher, and he has proven himself more than capable in all technical aspects of the job.
It's only his knowledge base and deductive reasoning that are a bit lacking.
That and his herbal and chemical skills.
The boy could mess up baking soda and vinegar.
All of this is assuming he has any interest in pursuing academics at all.
There's every possibility he would rather spend his years as a merchant, peddling his brother's wares in the Mahal Strait.
I'll have a talk with him tonight about what sort of life he wants to lead.
A difficult decision that will take time to make.