It is very hard to write when swaying in a hammock, a hammock which now and then bumps into the next hammock, or into the partition wall. There are two hammocks in what is a little room without a door in the belly of the ship, one is mine, one…

Written in the bed of Commander Moyri of the Order of the Sworn in Essle, with as little light as I can possibly make to write by And I’m not alone in this bed. She is here, too, Moyri, I mean. Only now she’s fallen asleep I begin to realize…

Written in the house of Hylti and Arni, in broad daylight Well, I’ve found a way to give Aldan the bread he wants instead of pancakes. One night, after he had gone to sleep, I’ve made a sourdough starter with flour, water and spittle, and cradled it between my breasts…

They’re getting to know each other! Written in the house of Jeran, by the light of my own anea. This morning we left Turenay! We first went to Master Mernath’s workshop, to collect my sword and knife. He even had a sheath for me. Cynla’s girlfriend, Halla, was opening the…

She was surprised to be sent but it’s all for the best. For now, anyway.   Written in the hay loft of the school’s stables by the light of my own anea. Today I was truly set free! Before noon, a first-year told me Lady Rava, our principal, wanted to…