With the least said on the subject of "Merlinade" the better, I can also claim to have more pressing matters to see after. There's my office, primarily, which is no longer inhabitable thanks to Friday night's attacks on Knockturn Alley. The place is entirely water-logged, and while it appears that nothing of import was burnt to a crisp, several ( Read more... )

I believe it may be time for me to return to Bethnal Green, London, and my office in Knockturn Alley. I have spent the last two weeks traveling to every city and village Malcolm might have conceivably been seen in during the months preceding his murder, only to find dead ends at ever turn. All I've learned is what I already knew: that Malcolm had ( Read more... )

I have a bracelet with adventurine in it which was given to me by my grandmother when my mother was killed. There are spells in it for managing grief, as adventurine has healing and grounding qualities. Of course, one cannot wear the bracelet at all times. The feelings tend to build up to unhealthy amounts if one does that. But still, it's a ( Read more... )

I do not believe it.

I suppose now that people's attentions are diverted elsewhere, I might as well say that Dodger's been arrested again. It happened a few weeks ago -- in York, of all places. It wasn't for stealing this time, either ( Read more... )

It's been a very peculiar sort of week ( Read more... )

Things haven't gone so well. The numbness continues to work its way through my arm, and seems to weaken my mind, as well. The other day I actually entertained thoughts of what it would be like to be Old Boy's bride. Terrible thoughts they were, but I even went so far as asking Blaise if Cynthia would like to be my bridesmaid. It's not like me ( Read more... )

I've been up for hours but I've not yet moved from bed. Gran's worried, keeps coming to the door to see if I've touched my tea but I haven't, how could I? There was a card game last night and I wanted to go to bed, I didn't want to listen to Dodger's nonsense and bring his mead so I went to bed quite early and didn't stay to see who won the card ( Read more... )

I've found it impossible to get any work done while Dodger is in the house. It's a constant rabble of drinking, card games, and laughter these days -- not to mention the odd smells and occasional, mysterious crashes. Poor Zombi II has retreated to the rafters of the attic, and I sense his nerves are shaken because he's become awfully thin. If ( Read more... )

Bonshurrr de Fransssh à tous. That means "Hello from France, everyone" in French-parseltongue ( Read more... )