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  1. Description: Professor Reid Solomon


    August 12, 2016 by Lyn

    Reid Solomon
    (Ruadhán of the Red-Handed Wisdom)
    Professor of Math

    Nerdy, erudite, and middle-aged in appearance, Reid Solomon looks exactly like a professor, and that’s entirely intentional. He’s allowed his hair to go gray, and it’s normally in tousled, disheveled disarray; he runs his hands through it when he’s thinking intently about something, causing it to stick straight up.… Read on

  2. Question: Happy Birthday?


    August 10, 2016 by Lyn

    How old are the Addergoole staff?

    Regine answers:

    The staff range in age from five hundred and nine years to thirty-seven years old: Michael VanderLinden and Ginger Cayenne, bracketing a much smaller range between them.

    Next oldest in age are Shira Pelletier and Sakamoto Shou, at three hundred ninety and three hundred ninety-three years old; next youngest in age are D.J.… Read on

  3. Question: It’s All Greek to Me


    August 8, 2016 by Lyn

    To anyone who can answer: Some of the Workings appear to use Greek for some of the words. Is that traditional, a matter of taste, or is Classical language a required component?

    Reid Solomon answers:

    It is my understanding and belief that the Workings which we teach to the students in Addergoole, which are commonly those taught to us by our Mentors, and so on through the ages, came to prominence during the height of Greek civilization.… Read on

  4. Jolly Old St. Nicholas…


    August 5, 2016 by Lyn

    Reid sealed the last envelope, and stacked them neatly in a pile on his desk. There weren’t that many – he didn’t speak to his father, and his mother and siblings had proven far more human than he had. Of what few loves he had had through the decades, most were also gone, and a few simply wished not to be reminded of him.… Read on

  5. Tying Off


    August 3, 2016 by Lyn

    Year Five of the Addergoole School, at the time of Book Eight and Nine
    After Loose Ends

    It was worse than they’d feared.

    Considering the state of the boys’ former Kept, perhaps it had been naïve to expect better. Perhaps it was good they hadn’t show up to find them turned into serial killers.… Read on

  6. Dawn


    August 3, 2016 by Lyn

    When the dawn comes
    Tonight will be a memory too
    And a new day will begin

    He glared at her, realizing that he could, that nothing in her orders prohibited anger. “That’s my mind! My memory!” My children.

    She looked taken aback, but he was too angry to be concerned.… Read on

  7. Lamplight


    August 3, 2016 by Lyn

    Has the moon lost her memory?
    She is smiling alone
    In the lamplight
    The withered leaves collect at my feet

    “This is the one,” he told his owner. She, who had no place in the ceremony to come, still nodded, understanding what he meant even if the boy’s mother would not.Read on

  8. Moonlight


    August 3, 2016 by Lyn

    All alone in the moonlight
    I can smile at the old days
    I was beautiful then

    He came to consciousness again, this time back to his body, as well, lying on something firm but comfortable – a bed? Someone was holding his hand, someone with cool, dry hands that were nonetheless squeezing very firmly.… Read on

  9. Memory


    August 3, 2016 by Lyn

    It’s so easy to leave me
    All alone with the memory
    Of my days in the sun

    Ambrus swum back to consciousness, although he had the feeling he wasn’t yet supposed to. His body, at least, wasn’t moving; he couldn’t open his eyes and could barely feel his back, much less his extremities.… Read on

  10. Minding


    August 2, 2016 by Lyn

    Week Three of Year Five of the Addergoole School

    Until Year Five, Reid Solomon had been fairly careful about the privacy of his students’ minds. He could, and would, scan lightly, like running his fingers over the spines of books, to see who was paying attention, who was daydreaming, who just wasn’t getting the subject material, but until now, he’d never gone deeper without cause, not in the middle of class, at the very least.… Read on

  11. Peer Review


    August 2, 2016 by Lyn

    This story takes place in line with the story – the Sunday Night after Hell Night, the Fifth Year of the Addergoole School

    “Hey, Reid, come on in.” Laurel Valerian’s smile was open and unguarded – a quality Reid adored in her, but one that had gotten her in more trouble than she really deserved.… Read on

  12. If You Believed


    July 27, 2016 by Lyn

    This story begins the July before the first year of the Addergoole School, on July 20th, 1995.

    The school was ready, the walls painted and paneled, the books on the shelves, the wards set, and in less than two months, the first students would step foot inside Regine’s project.… Read on

  13. A Few Good Men


    July 21, 2016 by Lyn

    April 1865

    President Lincoln was holding a reception.

    Luca wasn’t certain why he’d been invited, but he had a feeling it had something to do with the two blonde women in front of him – the icy English Regine Avonmorea and the silly and frivolous tree-blossom Michaela Carmichael née Linden, whose current husband had that lost look that Luca had already come to associate with Mike’s spouses, especially the male ones.… Read on

  14. Interlude: Reid


    July 15, 2016 by Lyn

    Reid stepped out of his office Friday evening to see Morgan walking by, on the way, he hoped, to the exit. Her mind was, as always, shielded and blank to his telepathy, but she was smiling.

    “Good evening,” he greeted her politely.… Read on

  15. Interlude: Conrad


    July 5, 2016 by Lyn

    “Have you tried just asking her?” Luke’s face had the dyspeptic expression he reserved for his Students’ relationship problems.

    “Flat out, you mean? I couldn’t do that. If the answer is no, she’ll think I’m clinging and becoming too attached. If it’s yes, she’ll wonder why I didn’t just ask the other question.”… Read on

  16. Interlude: VanderLinden, Regine, Reid, and Ambrus


    September 12, 2015 by Lyn

    Mike had known Regine Avonmorea longer than anyone else had; in all those centuries, he’d never seen her as furious as she was now. He’d rarely seen her angry at all – there had been, a long time ago, a few moments of raw hurt, but that had been different, the lost confusion of a young woman.… Read on

  17. Interlude: Regine, Ambrus, & Reid


    September 10, 2015 by Lyn

    He’d been hungry, frightened, hurt, and tired. He knew where he could hide, where there was food, and now he was rested and full, but he still hurt, hurt in a way he almost remembered: This is what happens when you’re bad.Read on

  18. Chapter 48: Jamian


    August 25, 2015 by Lyn

    Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact
    that everyone can see these scars

    Jamian woke to Ty’s worried face no more than a few inches from his own. His head felt blissfully free of pain, and, even better, free of anyone else’s emotions, but it also felt clogged, as if he had cotton stuck in his ears.… Read on

  19. Interlude: Ambrus and Manira


    August 24, 2015 by Lyn

    “Go with it,” Reid had said. “Don’t fight her anymore, it’s just making you sick. So until we can figure out how she’s this powerful this young – and if she knows if she’s doing it or not – just go with the flow.”… Read on

  20. Interlude: Solomon and VanderLinden


    August 20, 2015 by Lyn

    Monday night found Reid and VanderLinden sipping brandy in Mike’s office, gossiping about their students and generally avoiding the topics that would set each other off. If they were careful, they could relax and pretend to be good friends until they were both happily buzzed.… Read on

  21. Interlude: Manira


    August 19, 2015 by Lyn

    When the leopard-spotted Portuguese girl in her Contemporary Literature class – Margarita? Magda? – told Manira to “enjoy magic class,” she thought she was in for something like she’d gone through with her Mentor, a one-on-one exploration of the Words until they stumbled over combinations that worked for her.… Read on

  22. Interlude: Reid Solomon


    August 18, 2015 by Lyn

    Reid hadn’t been surprised when Ambrus hadn’t come to visit him Sunday. Convenient excuse or no, the kid was going to find it hard to get out of the house when Regine was being tetchy – and this was the most strained he’d seen her in twenty years – and with the mess going on in his head, there was a good chance he’d just outright forgotten the offer, vague as it had been.… Read on

  23. Interlude: Ambrus


    August 17, 2015 by Lyn

    Outside Regine’s door, Ambrus struggled to keep his legs from shaking. Not here, please, not here. He nodded politely to Solomon, who was eyeing him considerately.

    “You should come by my apartment sometime tomorrow, Ambrus,” he said lightly, though he was making eye contact with surprising firmness and intent, “I have a couple books I think you’d like.”… Read on

  24. Interlude: Reid Solomon


    August 17, 2015 by Lyn

    Reid was sitting cross-legged on an overstuffed leather Ottoman in Regine’s living room, his storklike limbs jutting out in a way he’d long since learned to be unselfconscious about, his consciousness slipping through the passageways of the school. In front of him, sitting comfortably in the matching armchair, Regine waited.… Read on

  25. Interlude: Regine


    August 12, 2015 by Lyn

    The last class of Friday had come to a close, and Regine gathered her teachers and staff in the conference room beside her office to discuss their charges.

    They spent a few minutes on the returning students – second, third, and fourth cohort, and the one remaining first cohort still in school – and then turned their attention to the twenty shining jewels that were the fifth cohort.… Read on

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