We knew it would come.

For four years, ever since the dream of the red city and the blue, we knew it would come. For three months, ever since the dream of Nanshe telling me what we must do.

And yet we always thought we would have more time before we had to be ready.

We very nearly were ready, that night that the earth shook ( Read more... )

Monday, June 4
Hermia's StudyThis is the hour that Alice and I have claimed for ourselves, in the middle of our busy days. Our work is both over for the day, and Valmont has Luc for his father-son time before the Whitechapel becomes busy ( Read more... )

Some time, in a place that was and is the abbey, that is in this world and in Dream

She is coming.

I can feel her, that nasty bitch, like a tooth ache or a splinter. She nearly killed me, and I still suffer for it. Partly it was my own fault, for not remembering that silly service gods like her love to throw themselves on their own swords to look ( Read more... )

[Wednesday            17th       479Thursday, September 18th (day 480)]
[The Abbey]
[In a late strange time]The air is cool, and still, and waiting to burn ( Read more... )

Morning, Wednesday September 17
Valmont and Hermia's apartment

Something is not right.

I feel it as soon as I wake up. Something…off. Like a note being played out of tune, over and over, jangling against the edges of my mind.

And then I step out of bed, and do not touch the groundI'm floating ( Read more... )

[Thursday, August 21st , around noon]
[The park]Given it's a real nice day, I ain't surprised that when I go lookin' fer Hermia, she's in the park insteadda the library.  I figure that now I'm all healed up from the fightin' last week, we oughta talk ( Read more... )

[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... )

Morning of 21st June

It's still raining, though not as heavily as earlier, but I couldn't wait any longer to come out here and see what has happened. I was wakened in the early hours of Sunday by a strange feeling of pressure and brilliant light, but my cell was completely dark. I walked through the abbey, and all was still and shadowed. Anyone else ( Read more... )

[Saturday, 8th May]
[Noon, Day 342]
[The Market]

I spent the last two days baking, and got up early this morning to finish the pies off before I drove everything into town on the cart. Mother helped, of course, and so did Tiffany, as much as anyone called Tiffany can help, but now it’s just me, like it always is. I like market day, even though it ( Read more... )

Sunday, April 4
The garden behind the Whitechapel Inn

We awoke in each other's arms, both terrified. Valmont, because he feared that I was being attacked; I because I felt something wrong in the world, something beyond the long sleep and painful thirst and weakness. Some ripple of Power that was twisted and wrong. But under it all I could sense ( Read more... )