First Letter Dear Journal, It is now deep winter; the snow is piled high around the houses, we live by lantern light all the day, and we visit each other by walking through tunnels in the snow. Only when we get out of the village proper can we travel about up in the light—when the … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Goat Handles (9 February 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have been remiss, quite completely remiss, in not recording the on-going story of Madame Truc and Jacques-le-Souris. Not that you care, of course; but myself, in the future, I will want to remember the details. Looking back, I see that it was almost a month ago that I suggested to … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Wedding (5 February 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have been pondering much over the last couple of weeks, about town government, proper hygiene, and social contact. Also, I seem to have acquired a goat. Regarding access to the hot springs, I have determined several things. First, our newcomers will never be fully assimilated into our town so long … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Town Hall (29 January 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It has taken me almost two weeks, but I have finally had a talk with Bertrand's father, M. Laveau. The Laveau's live at the far end of the village from us, and though I have several times set out in that direction I always seem to be stopped by someone else … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Monsieur Laveau (22 January 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Jack, O! I am sorry to hear about your leg! But at least I need no longer worry that you might have died in the fighting—or worse, that His Majesty might send you to pacify his new province of Armorica. Yes, I fear that will come, now that Cumbrian troops are fighting … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Legless (19 January 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, The goat came back today. It is Sunday, and after Sunday dinner the bulk of the population of Bois-de-Bas headed off to the hot springs as it usual in times of peace. I say the bulk of the population: small children, of course, do not, nor do those who care for … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Growing Pains (15 January 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, We had two unexpected visitors at the shop today, two quite different visitors; and yet, there's a certain similarity between them. The most recent storm passed yesterday afternoon, leaving the sky clear, the air still and cold, and the homes of Bois-de-Bas nearly buried in snow. There is nothing so quiet … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Strays (10 January 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Of late it has seemed that every problem is mine to solve; but I find that I am mistaken, and in the most pleasant possible way. My Amelie has undertaken to teach young Luc to read! She will teach him as she herself was taught: his numbers first, and figuring, and … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Small Victories (8 January 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have made the most distressing discovery—young Luc does not know how to read and write! This afternoon, as a break from shaping bed-warmers out of bronzewood, I set him to begin to copy my grimoire. This is how it has always been done: each former has his grimoire, in which … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Lessons (4 January 35 AF)