First Letter Dear Journal, Yesterday and today Jacques and I continued our work on our first sky-wagon. We built it on the foredeck of Le Rubicon, not the most congenial spot for such activity: the deck of the sloop has a distinct curve to it, and is cramped besides. The curvature makes it tricky to … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Sky Wagon (3 Août 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Yesterday everything changed. We are at war. I don't say that Armorica is at war with Provençe—though would that it were! But Bois-de-Bas is certainly and openly at war with the forces of Le Maréchal. And more than that, I am no longer alone. The forest round about Le Blaireau is … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Rubicon (1 Août 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have completed two more sky-chairs and am now out of materials; and so I have spent the last several days exploring my island, which Marc tells me my fellow villagers have taken to calling L'Isle du Grand-Blaireaux, or, alternatively, L'Isle d'Armand. We shall see which one wins out. My first … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Exploring (3 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It has been quite a busy week, Dear Journal, as you well know, and Dear Lord, when did I start talking to my journal as though it were another person? I am so tired of living alone. This sloop is not large, though far more than ample for one, and I … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Old Man Blaireau (26 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I had a lovely break from my solitude today, for Marc came to visit, and he brought Amelie with him! It was but the briefest of visits—should the Provençese return to Bois-de-Bas they must find Amelie present there, or they will never believe I have run. I quite scolded Marc for … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: A Brief Visit (20 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Old Man Blaireau has paid me several visits today, peering up at me where I sit on the deck. It is an absurdity of my current position that I have found his presence to be a comfort. It is as though I have a large and extremely dangerous pet. I look … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Ship Design (19 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I'm glad I've got you to write in, because otherwise I'd go mad sitting here with no one to talk to. Marc should be here in a few days, but first he needs to finish helping laying a false trail to amuse the Provençese when they come looking for me. I … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Worries (18 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, As I write I am sitting—with no small degree of bemusement—in the tiny cabin of the Provençese sloop my fellow villagers have christened Le Blaireau. I am perfectly safe—and yet, in some ways I am no less a prisoner than if the Provençese lieutenant had carried me away. I cannot move … Continue reading Letters from Armorica-In Hiding (17 Juillet 34AF)