( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

DEAR SIR OR MADAM:

I must request in the most forceful terms that you return me to my home immediately. Planning a wedding is difficult enough with four sisters & a mother, esp. with the added menace of the Undead Hordes; being snatched body and blade from my home is entirely too much. If you will not return me at once, then I shall demand satisfaction at the place and time of your choosing.

YOURS RESPECTFULLY,

E. Bennet

You have got to be fucking kidding me! Just when I'd convinced myself this place was some kind of freaky dream, here I am again. And from the looks of things, not all that much has changed either.

Great. Just great.

What is the meaning of this?

Whatever brought me here will regret that mistake. I have already damaged the constructs which were set against me.

So. Anyone care to explain what this is all about then?

FUCK. This is so - I literally do not have words for how STRANGE this is. And I've been in the mouth of a Star Whale.

Rory? We're going to have to get formula. And bottles.

awake. hello.

Yams are evil incarnate.




ETA: I think I just felt the baby move!

Sirs or Madams,

I regret that I am unable to consent to remaining in this strange and confounding place at this time. Even if it were not necessary for me to return to my intended, I have important duties to attend to in my home of England, chief among these being the continued slaughter of the horde of Unmentionables that plagues the country. Should you not acquiesce to my request to be returned to my land, I shall be forced to react with violence, and I assure you that this course of action would not end well for you. For your own sakes, I implore you ro return me to Hertfordshire at once, lest you meet your end at my blade.

Regards,
Fitzwilliam Darcy

The books didn't tell me that it would become impossible to tie my own shoes.

Silvertongue, what have you done?

...This is not Inkworld.