First Letter Dear Journal, Such news! I received a letter from my cousin Jack yesterday; it came with our first large delivery of goods from Mont-Havre since the first snowfalls. He has come to Armorica and plans to visit us—news enough, surely—but the real news came with the letter and not in it. Cumbria has … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Cumbrian Advance (13 April 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have worked from dawn until well after dusk for the past two weeks, and I believe I have now re-hardened all of the dishes and cookware in Bois-de-Bas. Also, I have collected nearly all of the warming blocks; stack upon stack of them clutter the back corner of our store … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Speculations (30 March 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, The flood has began. The weather is warming and the snow is melting, the village will be all over mud in a week; but I do not speak of that, but of the ladies of Bois-de-Bas. Mme. Tremblay came to my shop two days ago, holding the shards of a broken … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Flood Begins (16 March 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have scarcely been able to sleep these past days, pondering Luc's question: where does the warmth come from? What makes the sky-chairs go? And then, last night—what makes the hardened dishes hard and unbreakable? I fell into a reverie, there in our darkened room, remembering an absurd notion I'd had, … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Dream of Spirits (11 March 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It is fortunate that the weather has improved slightly over the last week, for now my warming blocks are failing—and we lost three more of our hardened dishes in the past week. It may simply be propinquity: we have all been spending much of our time in the kitchen. But these … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Ray of Light (6 March 35 AF)

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)