A Study in Drowning

by Ava Reid

“It’s an absurd, archaic precedent,” Preston said. “It should embarrass the university.”

he me

like a head of cattle,

isnt a head onje cow?

it was not too late for another girl who might wander into Master Corbenic’s office and sit down obliviously in that green chair.

Its not revenge ilts protecting the next one

Then Preston encountered a fellow literature student, and Effy saw him truly in his element for the first time.

I know you think I am a little girl, and what could a little girl know about eternity?

How terrible, to navigate the world without a story to comfort you. But Effy had learned. Or at least, she was trying to. Better to pen a story of your own.

“I still think his poetry has some merit,” she said. “‘The Mariner’s Demise,’ at least.” “Oh, certainly,” Preston said. “He wasn’t a terrible writer, even after all this.

Its not all black and white

They hadn’t gone to look at the ruin of Hiraeth, but Effy could imagine it as easily as she had once imagined the beautiful manor it could have been.

A part of me still loves him, I think. The idea of him.”

Relatable

For what it’s worth, I’ve stopped believing in objective truth.” Effy laughed softly. “So all this has left its mark on you, too.”

Note thats its not about lying or exploiting people : its about magic

was sleeping in Myrddin’s study, some mornings I would wake up to the sound of bells outside the window. They sounded like church bells,

where she continues to haunt university libraries.

My hobby