Friday, September 5, 1997
Dear Nova,
I’m sorry I haven’t written. My mind is swimming. It’s been weeks now since Asher and I returned from The Egret, and while I’ve been trying my best to play the role of a sane person, I’m not sure I’m living up to the part. I’ve been distracted, using my time at work more for research purposes than for the items of my job description, treating The Moirai more like my personal investigation facility than my place of gainful employment.
It also has come as no surprise that while the sisters’ methodology is quite useful for stumbling upon the unexpected, it is nearly impossible to find something you are actually looking for. Nonetheless, I made do, starting with the obvious when I found a long section of bilingual dictionaries in Future House. Their logi
