[Just past midnight, Thursday, August 14, day 445]
[The woods]

(Continued from hereI still really ain't sure where we are. We been walkin' ferrat least a couple hours now, but th'clouds've covered th'moon, an'I can't judge what time't might be. Long 'nough fer th'wound'n m'should t'clot over an' m'arm t'go stiff's old leather. Ain't much else I ( Read more... )

[Early evening, Wednesday, August 13th, day 444]
[The woods outside town]Woke up'is mornin' when the sky wuz th'deep blue'a th'sea bottom, m'breath stranglin'n m'throat, and a pain'n m'head't threatened t'push m'eyes from'eir sockets. I sat up, chokin' 'n clawin't m'throat, wond'rin' dully if'n m'head wuz gonna burst 'fore I strangled, an'en't wuz ( Read more... )

[Early morning, Monday, August 9th, day 435]
[The park]I'm beginning to have doubts ( Read more... )

Late Morning, June 7th,
Day 372
The AbbeyWhen I woke this morning, my first thought was that I was still dreaming. It had been summer when I bedded down, and now I look out to see the Abbey's gardens blanketed in snow. The training yard and the lawns and the trees, all coated in white. I dressed rapidly and rushed out....it was no illusion. ( Read more... )

Sunday, March 14th, late morning
The Abbey Infirmary

The screaming, or trying to is the worst part, I think.  That noise will stay with me long after he passes, waking me in the middle of the night.

( (cut for allusions to Derek's condition and ethical choices that must be faced) )

[Late morning, Tuesday, February 23rd, day 268]
[The Abbey]Word came today that the man in jail was hung. I'm glad. The Bible says "an eye for an eye", after all, and any man who would do as he did deserves nothing but God's final judgment. Even so, I'm not sorry that Isidore and I defended him against the rioters. Justice has its own process, ( Read more... )

Sunday, February 14th
Valentine's Day

I sit on my bed with my legs crossed, writing real careful in my notebook. MRS CLARA GRANGER I write, all tidy, then underneath I practice my signature. Clara Granger. That nice man at the market swore it wouldn't take too long for him to propose after he drank the potion. After I practice my signature a few ( Read more... )

“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.”
- Shakespeare

Monday lunchtime, near the sheriff's office, on Main StreetThis has proved almost too easy. The clouds are rolling in, air heavy with the promise of rain, and I stand in my Danika body wearing an old coat with the collar turned up against the cold, jacket short ( Read more... )

[Early morning, Saturday, February 6th, day 251]
[The northern limit of town, near Main Street]

I wonder how the people in this town can stand to live here. I wonder if they can see how the shadow of that gantry edifice covers them at noontime, like a great grey hand sinking its nails into the streets. No one else has said anything, but does ( Read more... )

[Thursday February 4th  (Day 249 ( Read more... )