A Letter to the Luminous Deep (The Sunken Archive, #1)

by Sylvie Cathrall

He would likely spend hours writing the perfect two-line witticism, only to see a reply arrive mere instants later! Horrifying.

At fifteen, I fell deeply in love with a friend, who promptly rejected me, and I was equally miserable. At the time, adults told me that it would pass, but it felt like death. Then it did pass, and I wish I had believed them. Such is youth!

In a particularly notable period of correspondence, I believe Henerey and our uncle exchanged more than three hundred letters – each simply thanking the recipient for his “previous note”.)

you must have either invented this entirely new environment in your brain – in which case, well done! – or you were transported there in a way that we cannot yet fathom.