First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 6 June 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, I am sure that I do not at all understand what has been going on here in Wickshire this past fortnight. Following the ball, my foolish brother Edward has been in constant attendance on Agatha Grimsby: tea at the Grimsby house, walking … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Heartbreak (15 July 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica
Letters from Armorica: At the Ball (8 July 37 AF)
First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 6 June 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, We have had the ball, and now everything has gone wrong. I do not at all know how to account for it—though I know the moment it all went wrong, at least within a quarter hour. I will endeavor to explain, and … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: At the Ball (8 July 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica: Spring (1 July 37 AF)
First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 29 April 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, Brother Edward has been taking my advice, in the face of all history, and I have high hopes that we may soon see an understanding betwixt him and my dear Jane Willoughby. We have been together for tea on several occasions; he … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Spring (1 July 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica: Absences (24 June 37 AF)
First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 22 April 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, I am at an impasse. I cannot proceed with my magical studies without a teacher—without someone who can explain what all of these tantalizing words mean and what they are for. The books I have are no help—no further help—and the only … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Absences (24 June 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica: Nodes and Nods (17 June 37 AF)
First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 15 April 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, I begin to think that the most import aspects of wizardry simply aren't written down. Perhaps they cannot be—perhaps they can only be taught through experience. But it is my belief that Cumbrian wizards simply do not want idle folk like myself … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Nodes and Nods (17 June 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica: Chance Meetings (10 June 37 AF)
First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 8 April 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, Now I am for it, and no mistake. I wish to relate to you three social events that happened this week, from which you may draw your own conclusions—in addition to the ones I shall of course provide for you. This past … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Chance Meetings (10 June 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica: Dinner and Mangelwurzels (3 June 37 AF)
First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 1 April 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, Papa arrived at The Elms not too early in the afternoon last Wednesday, while Edward was berating me yet again for my high-handed, injudicious, and socially injurious plans to host a dinner party. "For a young unmarried lady such as yourself—" he … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Dinner and Mangelwurzels (3 June 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica: Scientific Farming (27 May 37 AF)
First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 25 March 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, I am by no means an idiot or a fool, as I hope you know; and yet somehow the behavior of my brother Edward passes all understanding. On the one hand we have Mr. Blightwell, my father's man-of-business. I have mentioned him … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Scientific Farming (27 May 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica: Arcane Geometry (20 May 37 AF)
First Letter Letters from Armorica: Arcane Geometry (20 May 37 AF) The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 18 March 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, I am so glad that you are not here, and that you are already married, for the geometries here in Wickshire are already quite sufficiently tangled; your unmarried presence would be beyond enough. … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Arcane Geometry (20 May 37 AF)
Letters from Armorica: Rivalry (13 May 37 AF)
First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 11 March 1015 My dearest cousin Armand, I was able to go by sleigh to the library in Stourton this week, for the air was clear, the sun bright and cold, and the snow deep and even. I wrapped up in fur rugs with hot bricks at my feet, … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Rivalry (13 May 37 AF)