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Covent Gardens, 1701
My musings regarding Miss Barton's station in life were cut short, however, when the lights in the house began to go down. As one by one the lanthorns were extinguished, the temperature dropped steadily, and the relief it brought was perceptible as a vague tremor through the crowd ( Read more... ) -
Covent Gardens, 1701
"I should like to introduce you to My Lord Halifax," Newton continued, and gestured toward Montagu. "Also, my niece, Miss Catherine Barton ( Read more... ) -
INATS is over
I'm finally done with INATS and I can return anyone who cares to your regularly scheduled fictional babble. The show was pretty slow this year, but I did get to do some fun stuff like getting my aura photographed and a consultation with an Angel Reader. Still not exactly sure what THAT was all about, but it was an interesting experience ( Read more... ) -
you would not believe how long it has taken me to write this.
The next three days passed more or less in bland tranquility. That was well with me, as in one day I had experienced enough moving about and shifting of emotion to last me a lifetime. If my father seemed more anxious than usual, it barely registered. My own anxiety had settled in my gut in the form of a bezoar which grew every hour and crowded ( Read more... ) -
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"That, too, is something I will leave to counsel not my own ( Read more... ) -
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At those words, the lady's face twitched with something like emotion, and once again she seated herself upon the bench in the corner. She drew her knees up and rested her chained feet before her. Her plain white chemise formed a complicated series of folds around her toes. She rested her arms on her knees and her chin on her arms ( Read more... ) -
An Underground Corridor, 1701
In those moments, as we drew nearer to the door where the women sat, where I became increasingly certain was our destination, I became very conscious of things like my breath and heartbeat. I suppose this is because I would have fallen unconscious quite easily, and my sudden awareness of my own biology was my brain's way of keeping me awake. Even ( Read more... ) -
The Laboratory Cellars of the Esoteric Brotherhood, 1701
Holly, it was decided, would be staying in my father's old rooms at the labs. He obviously couldn't be seen anywhere else, as he was technically still a resident of Newgate and a known murderer and pirate. We escorted him to his prison-away-from-prison, gave him some fresh linens and the like, and then my father led me back down into the bowels ( Read more... ) -
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My father glared at me with mild disapproval in his eyes. "Could you have not done that outside?" he asked, and at once I was filled with a shame that pushed aside my revulsion as though it had been childish phant'sy, though I knew even then which was the more mature emotion ( Read more... ) -
Laboratories of the Esoteric Brotherhood, 1701
Ordinarily, at this time of afternoon the place would have been bustling with activity. There would have been a knot of gentlemen just inside the gate, wearing red robes and talking about planets and/or metals with some ambiguity. Windows would have borne faces and the serpentine paths would have been cluttered with errand boys and particularly ( Read more... )