Dear Henry, I was so pleased to receive your letter, especially as it arrived on Vera’s birthday and thus I was able to tell all our friends how well you are doing. We were all very glad to hear your numerous accomplishments. All us girls teased Benedict and John, who have not done anything nearly as brave as you. They threatened to enlist and leave us all alone. I do hope that this war is over soon for – as much as I would like to show those Germans how strong our country is – I feel I cannot wait any longer for us to be married. All my love, Your Evelyn

Dear Mom and Dad, How is the sweet life back in Collegeville? Life in the trenches can be compared to no other. I am having problems sleeping when all I can hear is the sound of bombs overhead and the constant clatter of bullets. I lay here, writing this composition many of times just to somehow describe in a deeper sense how arduous these living quarters are. I also write this with a ghastly headache, due to the Germans gas bombs. One day on the front lines we spotted German attack and had to spontaneously erupt into battle. The Germans have some heavy artillery, yes they do, and I came face to face with a wild machine gun. You’re lucky you have such a smart son, I hit the floor flatter then your pancakes on Sunday morning, Mom. But when I hit the floor I am only reminded of the men that were not as reactive as I was, the amount the people Death is claiming is unbearable. To many are dying to fast for us to move the bodies, and some bodies are in areas to dangerous for us to retrieve them. That is when the brown rats come in, horrible, ugly creatures they are. Brown rats have been known to eat the flesh, especially the eyes, of the fallen and have grown to the size of fox! Back on the farm at home, being fast was a great help; my speed it also being recognized here. Occasionally I am summoned to lead a small group of men over the trenches, through no mans land, and into enemy trenches to acquire any information we can come upon. It is cold, muddy, wet, and filled with fear and desperation here in these trenches. But I came here to serve my, our, country! We embrace out patriotism and are proud to be Americans! Mom, Dad, thank you so much for your gifts, I know financial times are not the best back home. The boys and myself here greatly appreciate your contributions. Stay safe, and please keep writing. Love, Your Son

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A Stone's Throw "It's better to be thought of as a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt."

Dear Crane-man, I am nervous about my journey to see the emissary. You know that I have never made a journey alone. What a huge responsibility and honor it is for me to deliver Master Min's pottery to the emissary! I only hope and pray that the emissary approves of Master Min's hard work. Maybe if I prove myself to Min, he will give me the chance to create my own pottery someday. I miss you Crane-man. I wish you could make this journey with me. Just this morning I passed through a small village with vendors who were selling pottery and other trinkets. This life is very different from ours, but I think you would enjoy it. I hope to see you again soon! Best wishes, Tree-ear

January 16, 1964, Dear April, How are you? I got your letter and obviously you didn’t know you missed a visit with me. I waited at the children’s Aid office all afternoon December 23rd. then Miss Turner came and told me that Mrs. DeRosier called to say she wasn’t able to make it to town because she’d gotten stuck. Is that true? Anyways, I’m glad you’ve gotten through to your teachers. Have you heard anything further?

To my Princess. Ya, I heard from eomma that you are sick. You did not tell me, wae? I will not get mad if you always fell or break something. It's cute. kekeke ^_^ I'm your hero right? You are my Princess and I must protect you because I am your knight. You know, I'm angry. and I am sad. I did not know that we will transfer house but you know it and you did not tell me. How am I going to protect you? After I finish my study. I will find you. Don't be afraid. for now, be strong and don't cheat on me huh. You are my only PRINCESS and I should be your only KNIGHT. I want to protect you forever. You will never cry again or be hurt. Please wait for me. I will come back and find you. and when I do I wil.....

Baltimore. Octo: 16th 1831. Dear Sir, It is a long time since I have written to you unless with an application for money or assistance. I am sorry that it is so seldom that I hear from you or even of you — for all communication seems to be at an end; and when I think of the long twenty one years that I have called you father, and you have called me son, I could cry like a child to think that it should all end in this. You know me too well to think me interested — if so: why have I rejected your thousand offers of love and kindness? It is true that when I have been in great extremity, I have always applied to you — for I had no other friend, but it is only at such a time as the present when I can write to you with the consciousness of making no application for assistance, that I dare to open my heart, or speak one word of old affection. When I look back upon the past and think of every thing — of how much you tried to do for me — of your forbearance and your generosity, in spite of the most flagrant ingratitude on my part, I can not help thinking you myself the greatest fool in [page 2] existence, — I am ready to curse the day when I was born. But I am fully — truly conscious that all these better feelings have come too late — I am not the damned villain even to ask you to restore me to the twentieth part of those affections which I have so deservedly lost, and I am resigned to whatever fate is alotted me. I write merely because I am by myself and have been thinking over old times, and my only frie[n]ds, until m[y] heart is full — At such a time the conversation of new acquaintance is like ice, and I prefer [w]riting to you altho' I know that you care nothing about me, and perhaps will not even read my letter. I have nothing more to say — and this time, no favour to ask — Altho I am wretchedly poor, I have managed to get clear of the difficulty I spoke of in my last, and am out of debt, at any rate. May God bless you — E A P. Will you not write one word to me?

Dearest Rewind, I know it has been a while since I have vanished and that I should have written sooner, but I had a lot of things to sort out both mentally and physically. First of all I'd like to reassure you that I am well. I know my sudden disappearance must have worried you, and I wanted to let you know I am staying with my grandmother in France while I train to grow stronger with my magic. Rew, I know I could never say this to you before back when I was...the way I was... but thank you so much. For being there for me as you were. For reaching out to me when no one else did. Funny to think the one woman I envied would become someone who actually touched my heart, but here we are. I'm not very good at this whole friend thing, but know I will always be here for you as best as I can. If you can forgive me for vanishing, that is. I hope you are well and that things with you and Jacob are going smoothly. I miss you all, especially my cannons, (which by the way, if anyone has broken or malfunctioned, I'll kill them.) I'm thinking of you everyday Rew, I hope your okay...and still alive... You can write back if you like, or not... up to you. Love always, Cordie.

When you see what others cannot, When you fear what is, and what is not, Then surely you will seek the light that guides, From the place where no other light shines, And when you have been shown the way, When you are master of the night and day, Then no purer truth will you reap, Than what rises from the deep.

To my Dearest Kura, I hope this letter finds you in one piece, and that you and everyone else are in good health. I hope it puts your mind at east o know that I am safe and sound in Lyon. After spending a few nights sleeping rough I was spotted by the royal informants and I have been taken back to my childhood manor where I am to resume my status as a prince. Im scared you would not recognise me if we were to cross paths given my current attire. I pray that the crew members who have passed are at peace and that those remaining are safe and well, nothing haunts me more than the thought of any of my friends hurt. I also trust any new members have managed to fit in well and are serving to be useful to you. I only dream that one day we can cross paths on the sea, although my duties lie in France my heart will always remain with you aboard the ship. It may even be a stretch to say I regret my decision to leave, and I pray that one day you will find me and take me home. The inventor eh? I hope he takes good care of you and gives you affection you deserve. If he doesn't I'll break his legs! Which reminds me I also have a companion with me here in France, Though she is sweet and pure of heart I think she too would rather be out at sea living a free life. Perhaps one day I can provide her with that rather than just tempting her with my stories. I miss all of you, and I too hope that one day we can meet again on the waves. Please stay safe and I hope that this letter does find its way to you, to let you know I am safe. - Prince Abel.

When you see what others cannot, When you fear what is, and what is not, Then surely you will seek the light that guides, From the place where no other light shines, And when you have been shown the way, When you are master of the night and of the day, Then no purer truth will you reap, Than what rises from the deep

Señorita Salas: No sin antes saludar a usted y los de su estirpe; aprovecho la misiva para pedir de la manera más humilde, si no le es demasiado atrevimiento, me informe si acaso ha considerado usted la propuesta (un tanto indecente) que le realicé hace apenas un par de semanas. De antemano puedo asegurarle que ya sea el caso en que acepte o decline de manera definitiva la misma, esto no afectará la imagen y buen nombre que tiene ante mí su agraciada y respetada persona. Así que pido de forma encarecida que tenga a bien regalarme la cortesía de su respuesta, ya que en estos momentos tiene secuestrados mis pensamientos y contenidas mis emociones, mismas que desean ser encausadas o bien liberadas por usted. Acorde al pacto que tuvimos, no habrá por mi parte mas insistencia, una ó dos palabras vuestras bastarán para convencerme de que su decisión habrá sido la que mejor le ha dictado su conciencia. Queda pendiente de su atención: Manuel 3ro. de Benítez y Monroy P.D. Bueno, tenía que preguntar... ¿Porqué no hacerlo de una manera propia?

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Dear Elizabeth, My sweet darling Elizabeth I have been so lonely since they took you away. I have had much time to sit and think and I regret ever thinking about or touching that snake of a girl. I know I betrayed you and I’m sincerely sorry. You are my one and only Elizabeth. I can’t wait to have you back home and in my arms once more. And the boys, oh how they miss you. They cry every night for you Elizabeth. I try to calm them and south their broken hearts but I can’t. I just can’t Elizabeth. The boys need you home honey. We all need you home. You were the one who kept our family together and happy. And now that you are gone the boys and I are so lost. In know you have looked over a lot for me. Elizabeth I love you and only you. Please could you ever forgive me for taking advantage of your trust and for forsaking you my darling? I want our warm and loving home back. With you gone my sweet Elizabeth this house will never be back to a home until you are here. I will do everything I can to bring you back home my darling. Marry and I went down to the court today and she told them how she was the one who put the pin into the poppet. She also told the court how her and those other children have been lying about spirits and seeing the devil. But of course they turned on her and she couldn’t take it anymore and she broke. And the girls took her back under their wing. So many innocent people are going to die because of this stupid little charade. I know it all sound so bad but don’t worry my sweet darling I will prove they are all faking and be on my way to bring you home. Soon my love I will bring you home to your loving family.

To my dear friend the priest I am in terrible distress two days ago me an my husbend were walking in the garden and saw Elanors dolly half in the ground we went to pick it up but something was holding it down and we couldn't find Elanor any where. Then suddenly she walked up behind us with the doll in her hand but we could still see it buried when my husbend dug it up there was a hand Elanors hand holding it my husband went to pull her up whilst I was in the kitchen then suddenly behind me was Elanor and him I am so scared I think I will be next help my please. Your friend at DarkWood Manor

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Wee nede a skulemastahr tu tech mi datur Sophia.
Wee r ien Kulyenchikov, Rusha.

Plez aplie sune.

Doctur Nikolai Zubritsky
and Lenya Zubritsky

Hey Mam, It is my second week on the Nina. We are a little lost at the moment, some men are even wondering if they will even see Spain again.. The food is awful at the moment. The meat is gone off and the crew cover it in spices to hide the foul taste.We also eat hardtack..which is kind of like biscuits but they are infested with little beetles that we have to tap out before we eat them.The water is going scarce at the moment and people are in agony about some disease or illness in their mouth.. I beive they call it scurvy. We have lost 6 casualties from a giant storm and we lost the Santa Maria, that was the ship Christopher columbus was on.. A the sailors abandoned it and climbed aboard the other 2 ships. I hope to see you soon, From Lionel

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Dear, Henry VI of England I am writing to you to ask if your daughter Margaret shall be allowed to stay in Scotland and spend time with me, her future husband. Soon we will be married and she will be my Queen so i wish to show her the Scottish ways in life, and of course i will not let her English side leave her. His Royal Highness, King James IV of Scotland

Wat baat u de voogdij van landen en van steên En 't prachtige gebouw vol dure kostelheên, Daar gij in woont, verzeld met prinselijke stoet, Als gij des nachts alleen in 't bedde slapen moet? Behalven al de vreugd zo slaapt men zoet en warm, Ik wens geen meerder schat als mijn lief in den arm, Gij zijt de armste mens, al zijdi rijk van goed, Als gij des nachts alleen in 't bedde slapen moet.

August 9, 1932. The day I had to bury my brother, now all I have is my son and I . When he came back from Ellis Island he bought nothing but love and wealth. Although, i could tell that he was getting older and couldn't do much. I took good care of him. Being around all those sick people , he still managed to stay healthy and at age 67. He resides in heaven with mom and dad , and his best friend Yakim. They all get to be reunited again. I love you brother, Stay happy. From Your sister & nephew, we miss you.

• From six months ago: “These people have really welcomed me. They understand. They don’t care that I’m just some dumb kid with a baby on the way. They know about the Vigil. They stand apart from it. Oh, also: morning sickness sucks.” • Four months ago: “Jesus. Maybe I made a mistake. Everybody was cool when I got here, but things are changing. They locked up all the tools in this metal cage inside the barn: just to get a shovel, I have to fill out paperwork and have Potter or Prekovsky approve it. Potter’s gotten weird, too—he just hangs out in the farmhouse. People go see him sometimes, and they don’t leave for hours. I heard whispers that he’s having sex with some of the women. That’s weird, right? I say all this, but I’m just being stupid. Everybody else is great. Marsha’s the sweetest, always offering me a hand. Paul, Betty and Dora all get together on Tuesday nights to play cards, so that’s cool. Sometimes I babysit Henry while Belle curries the horses. I’m just being paranoid. I have to remember: I’m not on the hunt anymore. Got. To. Relax!!!” • Three months ago: “Baby’s good. Kicking. But… saw something today around the silo. Where Crazy Izzy lives. It was… I don’t know. It looked like one bird, a blackbird or crow, and then several of them. Bright yellow eyes, like… what’s the stone? The yellow stone? Topaz, I think? Like glittering topaz. Then it was gone. I’m wondering if maybe I should ask Prekovsky if he has anything for nerves. He’s getting weird, though. He never stops smiling. And this is the guy who’s going to deliver my baby? (Thinking of Benjamin for a boy, Gwendolyn for a girl.)” • One month ago: “I’m hearing them, too, now. Just before sleep and just after I wake, whispers. A deep voice. Said something about ‘finding God,’ but the rest was just… babble. I know I’m not the only one. Little Henry told me that he hears it, too. I’m not crazy. Something’s going on. Potter’s having a meeting tonight on the farmhouse porch. I think he’s going to address it. I know he’s got a solution. He’s a good man, even if the stresses of running this place are starting to wear on him.”

Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid: and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed — love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands. William Faulkner