Day 358, Monday May 24th
Kate's apartment
Evening, before dinnerI've spent four days now bein' sick with anger. It's burnt a hole in my belly, and it makes me flinch every time I touch Kate, 'r even look at her. There shouldn't be any shame in it, not when you dunt have a choice, any more 'f I was forced. And that's what it was. I can guess well ( Read more... )

Day 352, Tuesday May 18th
Just before lunch
The ApothecaryThere's water on my cheek, which is strange. I wipe it off on my apron and go back to heating the tincture of belladonna. There's a few women as want it t'look nice fer their fellas, and it's got plenty 'a uses 'asides that. The fumes could be a problem, though, and so I keep an eye on ( 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... )

Day 308, Sunday April 4th
Morning
Kate and Tess' ApartmentI still ain't sure how t'take the dream. At least there's no question 'v it bein' strange 'r not, not with Kate 'n others havin' the same one, 'n with a few days gone past since we lay down t'bed. The part as bothers me most was I couldn't do nothin'. I was in the dream, part 'v it, but ( Read more... )

Wednesday, sometime, somewhere in Dream

Once upon time there was a beautiful princess. Her hair was the colour of jet and her skin was the colour of nutmeg, and each of her teeth were like pearls. Flowers grew where she walked, so that the fields around the tower that was her home was carpeted in blooms as white as snow. The princess was very ( Read more... )

Dream.

There is a great sea. The sky is grey, the water green, and the seafoam is the flecked white of milk on the turn. The shore is stone and shingle, and the cliffs are bone-shades. Will you wake on the little fishing boat that rides the waves, wary of great beasts that lurk beneath the surface, or on the cold and stony shore? Or perhaps as ( Read more... )

[Friday, March 12th (Day 285)]
[The Apothecary]
[Past lunch, not yet dinner]

My favorite meal is cooking away at home and hopefully Molly remembered to include the sweetbread.  I wanted to be done and back before dinnertime and if I finish here quickly, I might make it.  I look at my list again and I can't imagine why Molly'd ask for so much.

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Day 283, Wednesday March 10th
Past lunch, not yet dinner
The ApothecaryI ain't seen Polly much in the past two weeks, though I've passed her people in the street 'n the market. I ain't sure how I feel 'bout her. She seemed real nice, and it's good t'meet someone closer t'my Ma's age as dunt disapprove 'a Kate 'n me. But it's real annoyin' how ( Read more... )

The third day of the full Anthesterion (Saturday, February 27th ( 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... )