Edward woke up to the sound of screaming ( Read more... )

She was in the Auld Shillelagh, a tavern halfway between Hatherton and Bristol, which was a regular haunt of Edward's and like before, as it was the summer and Mother and Father toiled over the shearing at home, when Edward'd make more frequent trips into town, it was regular to the tune of several times a day ( Read more... )

Edward's mother Linette had been pleased as anything to see him alive again, and while his father Bernard's reaction had been rather more muted, the first few weeks after his return had been bliss. Everyone in Hatherton, the nearby town - a bit closer than Bristol, though not by much - had been chattering about it, and many congratulations had been ( Read more... )

All right, so Edward had had a bit of a celebratory drink to mark the occasion of his moving on into the next stage of his life on Fandom. And then perhaps he'd had another one, and then he'd gone a-wandering, and, well, all that ale made you feel like you were awfully in need of a privvy ( Read more... )

All right. 'Twas the end of the semester, and Edward would not be signing up for further classes from here on in. But as he had no interest in leaving the island - at least not until he had something lined up in the modern world, if they returned to it - and he wanted to earn a rather grander wage, he was browsing the class list regardless. Surely ( Read more... )

After two nights of petty annoyances and the small pains of low status, Edward had had a good night: he had dreamed of the sea. Made him wonder if the issue affecting the island had long since been solved, as this was not unusual for him ( Read more... )

"Gnghghghghhhh," Edward said intelligibly, to the sun.

"Nrghghglkjgk," he added, a minute later. The sun continued to behave irrationally regardless.

"Mghghk," he sighed. The sun made a point of jabbing him repeatedly in the eyeballs.

He yanked the blankets over his head. It seemed like a sound compromise.

[[ ... can be open, yes. don't drink ( Read more... )

Edward had barely cobbled together what had happened last week. The vast array of strange messages he had received yesterday had distracted him from that pursuit, however, and now it had largely fled his mind. Strange men came to Fandom, and did strange things, and that was apparently the way of the island ( Read more... )

Edward couldn't rightly say he'd thought he'd regret putting up the frills for Christmas, but he was swiftly turning back on that opinion. He'd caught the image of old, hungry holidays past spent bent over in a church pew several times yesterday. And while those memories had become a thing of the past, today brought whole new other surprises ( Read more... )

There was a pile of cut grass right below Barry and Edward's window - a large pile. Edward knew this because he was currently sitting on the window sill again, peering down and testing the ledge just below the sill with his foot ( Read more... )