I was aching and still bleeding from my fight with the White-Headed One-- that great, cruel bird whose sacrilegious name I won't utter-- when I found my way through Blood's villa to Hyacinth's rooms. Her small body had nearly disappeared amongst the sheets and tumbled blankets and so I did not notice her at first; until some noise, some drawn ( Read more... )

Given the reputation this month has for dangerous curses, this weather is most unsettling. I haven't ventured outside-- it's like a wall outside my window, and though I've more or less gotten used to this place, I wouldn't trust myself to find my way through Viron in such conditions ( Read more... )