The Library Attic, Christmas morningWake up late, and there's a blackbird on the library roof outside singing. Means it's light, and pretty late compared to getting up before dawn, but there ain't no Elias to be stomping 'bout downstairs, only books, and quiet. Boku's still sleeping, and I guess he's got reason to, all that travelling about ( Read more... )

[Julaften - Thursday, December 24 (Day 207)]
[After sunset - The Tavern of Hell]

Yesterday was a busy day for the Tavern and its residents.  Cookie spent the day cooking and baking while the rest of us put the finishing touches on the Tavern's festive decorations.  The wooden ornaments are glossy on the tree and the brightly-wrapped presents under it ( Read more... )

Christmas Eve Day

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6 NIV)The crowd is better to-day, I think, than any crowd we have had since the church first opened its doors. Something about ( Read more... )

Sometime in December, Dry RunDown past Dry Run, a lad don't come back after one of the long runs. Winter's come in real hard, and even if it don't snow so much down there, it's bitter cold, colder'n Excolo, and the ground's frozen into ruts. You can't take 'em full tilt, it ain't safe, but I guess he was wanting to get home. Ain't much need for ( Read more... )

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Saturday, sometime around closingSaturday comes round and it ain't in me to keep from work no longer. Samuel don't tell me off for being quiet with folks that come in even. Sometimes I reckon coming away from Dad and Elias's done him as much good as it's done me. Wonder if he gets as nervous over Elias coming up next week as I do. Sorta hard to ( Read more... )

Friday, October 16, mid-afternoon
Outside the stablesIt was a weird week ( Read more... )

Friday, late morning, the Library atticHe's been awake for hours. Been watching him and not watching him at once, just lying still, just lying real still like I'm asleep. Should be halfway to Oakridge by now. The light's all grey slanting in past him, but that don't matter. Still good for riding. Still good for riding, but I ain't. Wonder if ( Read more... )

Thursday Night,  October 15, Day 137

It was my turn for cooking dinner. Not until it was cooling on the table did I realize Luke was late. Perhaps he went to the courtesan for another language lesson and forgot to tell me. I sit with a book, but find myself staring it, not able to recall the last five pages. It thumps with a startling sound as I set ( Read more... )