![]() ![]() So, if I happen to get overly sentimental or neurotic, I’m not actually the one who wrote that, are we clear? It was Charles or Edmund, even if the handwriting looks like mine.īy way of introduction, my name is Viola Lisette Moreland. ![]() ![]() It wouldn’t be the end of the world if they did happen upon it, except that they would likely pull a silly prank of writing as though they were me and filling the pages with some awful dross I would never write. I’ve thought it over and decided to write nothing but the truth, and because of this, I’ll have to keep the journal here in the Prince’s library, probably hidden on one of the higher shelves, tucked away behind the old history annals so that Charles and Edmund don’t find it. ![]() No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written consent of the author.įor my loving Mother, who says that book dedications are always cheesyĬhapter 5: Confession of a Crime is Often Harder than It SeemsĬhapter 6: Of Blood-bonds and Strange RitualsĬhapter 7: Viola Knows Both More and Less Than ExpectedĬhapter 10: Rejection is a Dish Best Served ColdĬhapter 13: Intruders Are Most Unwelcome HereĬhapter 17: Life Carries on Just as Beforeįather told me that I should keep a record of things, and has given me this journal to do just that. ![]()
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