“The eyes of the owls in the hawthorn tree glimmer pale gold. There’s a flare of light, too, beneath the tree. A tall man in a snakeskin jacket has just lit a cigarette. In the match-light, his face is lean, dark, and familiar. ‘Hello again,’ he says. ‘This is a surprise. I suppose the Double-Edged brought you here to make a point? She won’t want any new Edge dyads in the world… do you have something to show me?'”
"I know the ink that you describe. It exists. I shouldn’t tell you even that, and for the sake of our friendship I ask you to burn this letter after reading. The ink is called here 'encaustum terminale' and it is a great treasure of the House."A brand new letter has come to light, from a mysterious 'F.' to Christopher Illopoly. It sheds light not only on the 'secrets of inks' but on the Hours, the Librarian and Christopher's own heart, too.