It is difficult to convey how good it felt to be back into a workshop again. Back in Imre, I'd spent most of my time in the workshop, building for sale, experiementing, honing my craft. There were rules at the University though, things to be bought, Kilvin to be convinced. On the island, there were no such thing as Sympathy or Sigaldry, but ( Read more... )

He wakes up in the middle of the forest with no shirt, a bird's nest close to his hair, a cat licking his face, the stench of eggs on his breath, and two roses lying over his chest. There's also a cup of alcohol sitting nearby, which makes the most sense of all the things he's surrounded by. Gwaine sits up and scratches first the back of his head ( Read more... )

Draco Malfoy was no artisan. Apart from schoolwork and carrying out orders barked at him from his father and The Dark Lord, he'd hardly lifted a finger his entire life. Magic guaranteed he'd never have to work with his hands. Now, stripped of that for nearly four years, he'd grown bored. Idle. Directionless. The kiln, the cold seal, the tanks, the ( Read more... )

Dated June 11th, 2011:
Molly and Kvothe wake up together and for once in his life, Kvothe is entirely truthful about who he is.

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Sam had yet to realize the disaster that the island had forced on most people here. He'd spend most of Saturday by himself and was up early today for a run and then to study outside of the clinic. Dr. Magnus had given him a list of books to read and some work to do for prepping to become a doctor. Sam knew that he had a long, long road ahead of ( Read more... )

After a month and a half on the island, lines that I'd always thought were drawn in stone were beginning to blur. As Kote, I'd lived the kind of aesthetic existence that I would have scorned during my years in Imre. Or, at least, during the years when I had enough Talents in my pocket to buy things like paper and pens. And coffee. I could never ( Read more... )

Dated Late April, 2011:
Yes, I know. I'm Molly Carpenter, "screw-up" is practically my middle name, squeezed in between "Amanda" and "Katherine."

Molly and Kvothe have another date which (surprisingly) goes as well as the first.

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Dated April 2nd, 2011:
Molly and Kvothe discuss the finer points of coffee and wizardry at The Winchester. Kvothe may not be telling the whole truth, Molly definitely is.

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I had made a miraculous discover: nobody told stories about Kvothe the Anything here ( Read more... )

With hindsight, I'm glad that Bast went to the funeral for his two dances. It was bad enough having Chronicler there. It was bad enough forgetting entirely who I was for a moment. The best way that I can describe it was like being on a familiar road and finding yourself enveloped in a sudden fog and suddenly unable to pinpoint exactly where you ( Read more... )