Letters of Solunus

A Prayer Letter from Friar’s Chapel
A Prayer Letter from Friar’s Chapel
Most Holy Afum, I write though I know you do not answer in ink. But the act of writing keeps my hands from trembling, so I offer these words as... Read more...
A Merchant’s Complaint from Glumea
A Merchant’s Complaint from Glumea
To the Guild Clerk, I write once more in protest of the taxes levied upon my caravan. It is already no small feat to bring goods across the Phantom Desert,... Read more...
A Child’s Letter from Gobua
A Child’s Letter from Gobua
Dear Uncle, I found a beetle today that glowed like lantern-oil. Its shell shimmered green and blue, as if it carried a piece of the sky inside it. I kept... Read more...
A Widow’s Letter from Friar’s Edge
A Widow’s Letter from Friar’s Edge
To My Dearest Son, I burned your father’s boots today. They had sat by the door for too long, caked with mud from the marches near Friar’s edge. I did... Read more...
A Student’s Winter Letter from Waka Academy
A Student’s Winter Letter from Waka Academy
Dear Brother, The winters here bite through wool and bone. The Academy’s towers are drafty, and half the shutters hang loose. Beeheehee insists we keep studying, even when ink freezes... Read more...
A Seamstress’s Letter from Glumea
A Seamstress’s Letter from Glumea
Dear Sister Amra, Work never ends here. The heat of Glumea powers the forges day and night, and my needles grow hot even at dusk. The caravans bring cloth from... Read more...
A Farmer’s Letter from Friar
A Farmer’s Letter from Friar
To My Cousin Dalen, The rains have come late this year, and the fields crack like old pottery. Yet even in such hunger, Friar grows louder with song. Explorers pass... Read more...
Father Tai's Confession
Father Tai's Confession
To the Hand That Holds the Dagger, I do not waste words, so hear me plain. Friar grows soft. The Explorers strut about with their relics and their victories, and... Read more...
Lost Letter #1
Lost Letter #1
My Dearest, It is with trembling hand and wandering thought that I take to parchment, for though the cycles of Solunus pass like the slow toll of some cosmic clock,... Read more...