Peter had spent most his morning inside with a good book (Chaucer, mostly), but had decided fresh air and a change of scenery would be a good idea. He headed outside, passing by the kitchen with a wave, and through the front door of the compound. He'd been around for long enough to be comfortable hanging around, and the compound felt like home; ( Read more... )

Once, not quite as long ago as one might think, there was a young man studying for exams. It was the summer of 1945, and the war was ending. Peter had spent a long day out at the park, reading under the shade of the largest oak tree he could find, twirling a leaf in his fingers. From time to time Professor Kirke let him read out at the park instead ( Read more... )