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The spring had been quiet for Henri. This had not been the quiet of peace, though, but instead the quiet of loss, and of the contemplation that followed loss. He had not been surprised, in an odd sort of way, when he had realized that Enjolras had left the island for good. His friend had never been happy here, had never found peace here, and Henri ( Read more... )

The island had become a very strange place on October 31st, and at first Thom and Henri had not been sure what to think. When everyone awoke, there had been an anxious couple of hours during which they attempted to ascertain what threat there was from the new arrivals. When it became clear that no one was in danger, the whole population of the ( Read more... )

Though seasons did not pass on the island the way they did at home, it was nearly October, and Thom felt almost certain that she could feel a certain hint of fall in the air. A full year had passed since she'd come to the island, nearly to the day, and it was stunning to think how much her life had changed in the twelve intervening months. If she ( Read more... )

It was late summer when it was decided that the household at Sidley Park had grown too restless, too quarrelsome, too irritable with the summer heat. Something had to be done, if only to relieve them all of the too-familiar scenery for a time. And so it was decided that the entire company would take a holiday in Bath, to rejuvenate and refresh them ( Read more... )

It had been a long, tense week since Thom and Septimus had argued in the gardens. Preparations for the ball had continued apace, though Thomasina had quickly come to wish she had never suggested such a thing; she certainly was in no mood for it now. But more troublesome by far was the fact that lessons could not be ceased, not without calling ( Read more... )

The afternoon and evening had, in Thomasina's estimation, been the longest of her life. Every time her eyes met Septimus's, she felt as though what had already happened and what was very shortly going to happen between them was written all over her face, although she could not imagine that anyone else in the household was any wiser. They had by ( Read more... )

The house was dark and silent as Thom made her way slowly down the hallway, avoiding the spots in the floor that creaked - she had memorized those long ago, and the knowledge came back to her instantly - and only praying that no one came down the hallway before she found herself in the safety of Henri's room. The danger was much different than it ( Read more... )

Under any other circumstances, Thom might have thought that it was a waste of a perfectly good birthday to spend in in Sidley Park's library. The weather outside was beautiful, the grounds practically begging to be walked, but she could not think of anywhere she would rather be at that moment than precisely where she was. Henri was still in his ( Read more... )

Since she had found herself in Paris a scant three weeks before, Thom's sleep had been light, as though there was some part of her that expected to be snatched away again at any moment. Of course she knew such a thing was ridiculous, she told herself that over and over in the daylight hours. But those messages hadn't, it seemed, quite penetrated ( Read more... )