12
Lincoln
Leaning back in my leather chair, I take in the familiar comfort of my surroundings. My cozy personal library is lined with shelves of leather-bound volumes. A healthy fire blazes in the hearth. For my part, I sit at a round wooden table that’s piled high with volumes from the Wictus Archives. Above me, Peli swings from a ceiling sconce.
And no, that is no exaggeration.
Peli’s fixture of choice is a bowl-like affair that hangs via chains. Usually, the thing burns with angelfire. Today I extinguished the blaze for safety reasons, so it makes a nice pseudo swing for my new orange friend.
Speaking of Peli, the monkey lounges on his back. Stretching, he leans his head over the edge of the bowl-like swing. For a long moment, he eyes me from his upside-down position.
“How goes i
