The Tash Files – Chapter 19 – Trumpkin 1
My Dear Pyrrho, The report that I just received from you can’t be correct. I refuse to believe it. I mean really, I just knew that you’d pull a dumb unrealistic joke like this when…
My Dear Pyrrho, The report that I just received from you can’t be correct. I refuse to believe it. I mean really, I just knew that you’d pull a dumb unrealistic joke like this when…
It was too cold to be outside, but Susan needed the fresh air, so, carrying everything she had of Narnia (the box of rings and the compact mirror), Susan took a blanket and sat in…
My Dear Quisling, Is the report I just received correct? I really don’t understand how it could be because I’ve spent the last millennia and a few centuries grooming the vermin in the Enemy’s chosen…
On the day of the funeral, eight caskets were lowered into the church cemetery—Eustace’s parents had their son cremated and his ashes put in a jar so that they could always keep him close by.…
My Dear Vichy, I just wanted to write to you because I’ve been so satisfied with how things have been progressing in the Enemy’s chosen country lately and I wanted to be sure that you,…
Susan fell backward, away from the fevered children as doctors rushed toward Jill and Eustace. “Please give us space to work or leave the room,” a doctor snapped at the parents. Everyone else moved out…
My Dear Jester, Well done, my diabolical employee, well done. I’m really at a loss for words when I look at the record of awesome sins that your patient has racked up; the best and,…
Susan didn’t want food—it seemed so pointless to eat when death weighed on the world all around her. But Carl wasn’t so inclined, and he made certain she ate a little before they went on…
My Dear Placebo, Let me start out by saying how gratifying it is to write to an employee who is on their talons while they’re doing my work. I’ll bet that, even with all your…
Susan awoke in her own bed in confusion. She didn’t remember falling asleep, and she didn’t feel as if she’d slept, though she knew she’d just opened her eyes. The sun mocked her disarray, glaring…
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