Winter 1522

I’ve begun a new phase of life. I believe that the natural obligation in this world we live in is to express power over one’s choices, maybe this is not altogether a concern about liberty, but to make it easier to exploit the appearance of those liberties. I do not want to be a member of Catherine’s court.

Everyone tells me this is the best I can hope for, and that I should be grate...

The wiggle-witch was a strange and mystical being. She had hair the colour of ivory, and a plum, cone-shaped hat that would dissolve like jelly when she took it off her head and reconfigure as a pitch-black cat that followed dotingly at her heels. She was called the wiggle-witch by those that knew her because any time she needed to get away quickly in a scrape, which was particularly handy when sh...