Ha. Loyalty's a joke. You can't trust anyone. Even if someone seems nice, they're hiding something. And you can't be loyal to someone you don't trust. Yeah, I'm in the army, but that's not out of any kind of loyalty. To hell with Borogravia. I'm only in the Ins-and-Outs to get away, not because I want to help my country or something stupid like ( Read more... )

My mother died when I was nine. I can still remember how it was when she was alive, even if it was that long ago. She's one of the few good memories I have- all the hell that happened afterwards wasn't enough to erase the short time of happy ( Read more... )

Fiery. Angry. Violent. On the edge of sanity. A farmboy. And they'd be right, sort of. I won't deny being any of those things, except the last, and only to those I know won't blow my cover. Nothing wrong with having others perceive you as you actually are.
Except...
Maybe I'm other things, too. I know Tilda, and maybe the other girls the others, ( Read more... )

I don't think I've done much that would be considered dangerous. Or maybe not. It is pretty dangerous in Borogravia, especially if you're an Abomination like me. If I had done what everyone wanted, and became a meek little mouse of a girl, then maybe I'd have been safe, but I doubt it. Once an Abomination, always an Abomination. Not like I could be ( Read more... )

Do I have to? Thinking about my father is just going to make me angry. Angrier. Whatever. I could make something up. Like how I came from a happy family and loved my parents and how everything was wonderful and birds chirped and crap like that. Of course, no one would believe me. I'm from Borogravia. There isn't much happy there. So I guess that ( Read more... )

I couldn't protect Tilda. She's all I have, and I couldn't keep her safe. It was bad enough at the Gray House, but then they sent her away to work at a mill. She came back pregnant. He violated my girl, and there was nothing I could do about it. I threw a fit, and they beat me for it. They beat me for caring about her and trying to keep her safe. ( Read more... )

Father
If I can call you that. In fact, I don't even know why I am writing to you, considering. Must be a woman's weakness. Or, more likely, I am trying to frighten you. You always were frightened of me, weren't you, father? The daughter who made a better son, who tried to be a son, because she knew she could never reach the standards set for a ( Read more... )

*fiddles with colors*
I can't get this damn thing to look decent. Bugger it! Tilda, I need some help.