First Letter Dear Journal, I have spent the last week brooding over Marc's accident with the sky-sled. I still do not understand what could have gone wrong. The forming required to make it work is straightforward, if unconventional; the basic techniques were all in my father's grimoire. I woke in the middle of the night … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Shattering Experiences (1 March 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I had a troubling visit from Marc Frontenac this noon. Several days ago he received a seeker arrow with word of renewed enemy activity from Camp du Bûcherons, one of our neighboring villages. The notion struck me as quite unlikely, and so it seemed to him as well. Le Maréchal's forces … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Technical Difficulties (20 February 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Today has been particularly quiet for a Sonnedi, for it has been deeply, deeply cold these last days, colder than I've ever seen it here in Bois-de-Bas. Everyone has remained at home, mostly huddled in one room for warmth—even in households with more than one wood-stove or hearth, for the firewood … Continue reading Letters from Armorica-Penny Dreadfuls (12 February 35 AF)

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)