Some good things in a time of uncertainty! I have been lurking on the JMS website and acquiring so many free things. :-)
It's still technically spring break here, so some of the weirdness hasn't sunk in - next week, when we're starting online instruction, things will feel more different! I hope you're doing well, too - hopefully nothing too disruptive! <3
Here, want a piece of the Cadence extra bonus story? :D
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Richard Carver, venturing out of his lighthouse on a cold and anxious afternoon shortly before the Queen’s arrival, did not know how to speak to his son.
Jeremiah was busy. In love, speaking to mermen and princes, organizing the future. Taking the direction of the world upon broad shoulders and delighted about it. Arm in arm with Cadence Bell, and Richard did not know how to feel about that, if he should feel anything about that. If he had the right to.
He liked his tower. His lamp. His solitary well-worn rooms and plain walls and straightforward furnishings, everything in its place.
The world made sense that way. Orderly. Not chaotic. Not demanding that he talk, be social, decipher the mysterious arcane code of emotions and expressions and conversations. Everyone seemed to know how a nod or a smile or a comment on the weather went, except for him.
He remembered he’d not locked up. The locks didn’t matter—everyone on Gull Skerrie knew everyone, and half of them murmured rumors about the strange silent tall man out on the edge of the wild—but he went back and did it anyway. Felt better. More balanced.
He adventured toward the village again. Over rocks. Along the thin grey finger of sea-scoured path. Overlooking the harbor and voiceless judgmental boats: a local or two that hadn’t gone with the fishing-fleet, a swift sleek packet-boat from the South, the bobbing low familiarity of the mainland ferry.
More people would be coming on that ferry. So many more. He could hide from them all.
He did not think he could hide from his son. He’d done that already. For too many years.
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Re: Book release
Date: 2020-03-19 05:14 pm (UTC)It's still technically spring break here, so some of the weirdness hasn't sunk in - next week, when we're starting online instruction, things will feel more different! I hope you're doing well, too - hopefully nothing too disruptive! <3
Here, want a piece of the Cadence extra bonus story? :D
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Richard Carver, venturing out of his lighthouse on a cold and anxious afternoon shortly before the Queen’s arrival, did not know how to speak to his son.
Jeremiah was busy. In love, speaking to mermen and princes, organizing the future. Taking the direction of the world upon broad shoulders and delighted about it. Arm in arm with Cadence Bell, and Richard did not know how to feel about that, if he should feel anything about that. If he had the right to.
He liked his tower. His lamp. His solitary well-worn rooms and plain walls and straightforward furnishings, everything in its place.
The world made sense that way. Orderly. Not chaotic. Not demanding that he talk, be social, decipher the mysterious arcane code of emotions and expressions and conversations. Everyone seemed to know how a nod or a smile or a comment on the weather went, except for him.
He remembered he’d not locked up. The locks didn’t matter—everyone on Gull Skerrie knew everyone, and half of them murmured rumors about the strange silent tall man out on the edge of the wild—but he went back and did it anyway. Felt better. More balanced.
He adventured toward the village again. Over rocks. Along the thin grey finger of sea-scoured path. Overlooking the harbor and voiceless judgmental boats: a local or two that hadn’t gone with the fishing-fleet, a swift sleek packet-boat from the South, the bobbing low familiarity of the mainland ferry.
More people would be coming on that ferry. So many more. He could hide from them all.
He did not think he could hide from his son. He’d done that already. For too many years.