Dear Ms. Alighieri, I've just read and re-read your harrowing account a dozen times. A curious case, undoubtedly. The nature of certain creatures, what draws them to one another, has always vexed me. The reptilian, avian gargoyle and the vicious, aquatic mermaid. What would draw these environmentally-disparate creatures so close together? The biology alone befuddles... Continue Reading →
"Dr. Caulfield: As much as I wish I could send better news, things did not go well yesterday. Iz is alive, but barely. I've been sitting in the Hôtel-Dieu all night, waiting for him to come out of surgery. No one else from the Wailin' Camilla made it out of the nest alive."
I'm afraid something's happened to Iz and his crew, so I'm going to Notre Dame. There's a priest there who might be able to help me figure out if the nest really is under Île de la Cité. Dr. Caulfield, if you haven't heard from us by tonight, send help.
Dr. Caulfield: Thank you for forwarding your friend's letter to me. Considering it was handwritten, I'm assuming that by now both Iz and the mermaid--or possibly siren--have reached Paris; however, I have to say, it's unlikely that there would be a nest here. The Seine empties into Le Havre, but its source is inland--between Montbard... Continue Reading →
Ms. Alighieri, I recently received correspondence from a colleague who is currently abroad. His missive depicts a horrific scene, but one that falls outside of my typical purview. I am providing you with a transcription of his letter, rather than subjugating you to his original, scrawling handwriting. No need to thank me. Dr. Matthew T.... Continue Reading →