What a strange, tempestuous, and ultimately beautiful evening. As the vehicle passed through the intersection of Ventura and Sepulveda, however, he peered through the window—searching fruitlessly for a red mohawk. I was imagining things. With a sigh, he sat back, closed his eyes, and relived the ...
Lady Frederic was sitting alone at one of the smaller tables, reading a copy of the ship’s newspaper, City of New York Gazette. He slid into a chair across from her.“Morning, Mother. How are you feeling today?”“Well enough to eat a little toast, thank you.” She tapped the paper. “You’re the subje...
She studied the compass and compared its north-pointing needle to the pages of the atlas she’d brought with her. On the way into Foundling, she’d noticed a good road heading north. I’ll rise before dawn, sneak out to the stables, and be gone at first light. She wrote a brief note of farewell to N...