Eli+Hunt+-+MAy+17th,+1822

Sometimes I miss London. When I look back on it now life just seemed... easier back then, expect winter. But when the street were warm and the merchants were distracted it was home enough. Fitting it was to be brought into all of this right before the solstice, not when I met father but as I realize now it was meeting Fitzgerald that was my first encounter with otherness. I had written him off as another noble, all boisterous and intense with nothing behind the eyes; Maybe I just didn’t want to see what was there.

It’s still hard to believe, five people burned alive and can’t even guess at his motives: I just hope he had one. If it is just random carnage it will take more than my brother and me to contain. I fear what I saw in Tarlach’s eyes as he lunged at me for the last time was what I ignored in Fitzgerald’s until now: the hunger, not for blood but for destruction.

I lay here now recovering from the worst defeat I’ve known. I do not truly know what threats I am faced with. In a few days it will be spring, I count the seconds.