The Printer’s Daughter

A long time ago, in the mossy village of Haven, a printer by the name of Totts operated an old press handed down to him by his father, and his father’s father, mainly printing poetry leaflets for enamored knights and prayer booklets for God-fearing folk. Totts had grown up as a wee lad in this […]

When she nodded, he continued, “Farvington is my name, and I hail from —shire. I am in dire need of a reproduction of this artifact. It was entrusted to me not a day ago with the most particular and demanding instructions.” His thin, wrinkly neck strained against the folds of his cravat as if trying […]

She began walking the stony path toward home, but then she smelled the gentleman’s gray nag, that oddly scented creature, and she turned back to where she stood tied to the side of the shop. Which happened to be near an open window. A sly smile crossed Ella’s rosy face. What harm would it do […]

“Father, I have come to assist,” said she, in her most authoritative voice. “And it’s no use telling me nay, because I know this stranger’s demands cannot be met without my help.” The printer looked up from the yellowed papers on the table and raised his gray-tinged brows. “I expected to hear such nonsense from […]