The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief ( Read more... )

“Here’s the way of it,” Lee Scoresby says, and will say to anyone who stops to ask why he is standing next to the board where notices are left. “We heard some people around here farm a bit, and we were wondering the way a body gets started at it. Because we don’t want to go taking any space as belongs to somebody else, or go cutting down any magic ( Read more... )

Denis Arilan, auxiliary bishop of Rhemuth, is not dressed for a winter’s hunting ( Read more... )

(Just when you thought there couldn’t possibly be any more of King Arthur’s children unaccounted for…)

Goewin is looking for Lleu.

She is Arthur and Guinevere’s daughter, Lleu’s twin sister and his senior by a few scant minutes. She’s not sure whether she’ll find him alive or dead-or worse, some terrible state in between-and she may be so fixed on ( Read more... )

Specifically, it's coming up on Hallowe'en. And Dairine is all in favour of celebrating, however disastrously ( Read more... )

There's a dark, slender boy walking toward the house, his bewitching face as pale as salt at the moment, and he's dressed for travelling in the dead of winter at least a thousand years ago.  He has the bearing of a prince and a warrior, for all that he's never seen a battle, and carries no weapon.  The sheath that held his hunting knife is empty.  ( Read more... )

Having had a discussion with Laurel on the matter a while ago, Steerpike has managed to bring together his courage, and did what most people do. He wrote an advert, and is sitting next to it in the common room.  He's not sure what happened that other night, but it had something otherworldly to it, and what with not really knowing who he is, he ( Read more... )

There is a man coming up the lawn from the lake, carrying a string of cleaned perch and looking more disgruntled with every step ( Read more... )

Melou's education as far as reading and writing stopped when he was on the young side, and you've got to take medieval spellings into account anyway. But the notice he tacks up is mostly readable, if you take a few moments to study it really good and hard.

It says, plainly printed:

I WOD SEKE A PRYSTE TO MARRIE A LADY TO-GETHYR WYTHE A MANN. ( Read more... )

Jaenelle is playing, and Jaenelle playing is always a little dangerous, but that's all right. Because she's having fun! And so, playing with herbs and some magic, she's made a very curious illusion on the front lawn of an elegant garden, very like her own in SaDiablo Hall, water trickling over the rocks. However, a sudden noise startles her and she ( Read more... )