September 25, 1852 My Dearest Jack, I have captured a bird. Unfortunately, it is not the Whatever Bird. In fact, it is an ordinary, garden-variety parrot. Two of them, to be precise, and they have taken up residence in the rafters of my tent. My knowledge of parrot-like nomenclature is not what it should be;... Continue Reading →
September 20, 1852 My Dearest Jack, In the span of three days, I have obtained a shadow and documented many different specimens of flora and fauna of the African Jungles. I have also discovered evidence of one of the strangest animals of these parts. Two nights ago, I was reading in my tent when I... Continue Reading →
Date: September 17, 1852 My Dearest Jack, I hope this letter finds you well. Hopefully the blistering heat of India has not driven you Totally Insane. I am well as I can be, and quite more excited than I ought to be. What must you think of your little sister now, adventuring in the deepest... Continue Reading →
After a few hours of work, an older boy joined their group. Rose stopped what she was doing to look at him curiously as he joined them. He seemed around nineteen, an Illyn native with vividly blue eyes. A belt crossed his shoulder to hold a hunting knife and pouch at his side. Lena smiled... Continue Reading →
Brigitte Cromey 