He took them, placed them into his own satchel, then limped rapidly to the door and stepped inside
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Changed my mind," he said curtly. "I'm going to bed."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Sleep well," he said dismissively. He would leave tonight. He may have to sedate Hieronymus, for his own good of course. He would come around quick enough.
Laurean entered his room, locking the door behind him. Hieronymus had remained there as instructed and was pacing anxiously. "Transcribe this," Laurean ordered, tossing the books at him. "Immediately."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Kivvien continued working quietly on a spare bit of parchment.
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The journals were filled with studies of many kinds, most surrounding the demons, with the occasional question and answer written by alternate writers in the margins. Curiously, though, there were also occasional little notes from one to the other written there. Exchanges wherein one asked the other to tea, the pair giving each other compliments, and many other mundanities between close friends.
Hieronymus read it all with a small smile, transcribing obediently into Laurean's blank journals.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Hieronymus frowned and turned his attention to that in curiosity.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Aw," Hieronymus said softly. "What?" Laurean peered over his shoulder. "What are you reading?" "Oh--I found the cure, sir. But..."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"But what?" "Er...sorry, just the handwriting was difficult...." He went back to writing.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
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