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)

First Letter Dear Journal, It has happened. The forces of Le Maréchal have come to Armorica. A recruiting sloop came to Bois-de-Bas late this afternoon, landing on the green before the church and scarring it horribly. The lieutenant in command sent his troops to scour the village and gather us in. We men were made … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Recruiters (16 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Aunt Maggie, I am taking advantage of the current truce to write you and tell you how am I doing. Doubtless you have been waiting for word, and I must first explain why you hadn't yet received any. Several weeks ago I sent a letter to my father, a letter of the … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Strategem (22 Juin 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I never imagined that a grand-blaireau could grow so large. I had heard much about them from Jacques-la-Souris while I was living at Madame Truc's—the ferocity, the sharpness of the fangs, the surly and jealous demeanor—and I had seen the richness of the fur for myself. All these were as I … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Sky Island (16 Juin 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, My sky-chair is a success! I completed it yesterday, just before writing to my father, and today I took it out for its first trial. It functions almost entirely as desired, and unlike my first effort it is not confined to the Nursery. I built it in my new workshop as … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Sky Chair (4 Juin 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, In light of the surprising news I have just received from M. Suprenant, I have decided that I must write to my father. I do so with all due consideration and a great deal of apprehension. But Le Maréchal has declared a truce with Cumbria, a truce that may not hold … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Guild Business (3 Juin 34AF)