Part 1 can be found here and Part 2 can be found here.

After the day she brought Yún to class, Mingyu and I spent all of our spare time together. We’d sit outside together at lunch, away from the other students, first talking about our pets and then, later and more quietly, about our families. She brought me a little bag of iron shavings to feed Ahmar, and I gave her some of the copper wire that I’d taken from the building sites for Yún.

I told her how my father left after getting a job offworld. He never wrote to me. I think he wanted to forget about us, forget he ever had a wife or a daughter, forget he ever lived on Engaul. I don’t know what we did to make him hate us so much, but I remember seeing mother crying once after getting a letter that could only have come from him. All she would tell me was that he wasn’t coming back. She married Rijal six months later, and had Rahman eight months after that. My little half-brother who took all her time and all her love away from me.

Ahmar was supposed to make up for it, I guess.

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It’s June and that means it’s time for a little Gemini solidarity. Go twins! Or at least other Gemini. This is part three of three.

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In the Middle Ages, it was sometimes believed that twins could only be born if the mother had been involved with two different men. Twins were a proof of infidelity and as such were a shameful thing to befall even the most innocent family. One twin might be secreted away, sent to live in a local monastery or with a distant relative and thus forgotten.

Or, well, honestly? Sometimes people just move away from home and no one quite knows where they’ve gotten off to until it’s too late.

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Part One can be read here, Part Two here, Part Three here, and Sister Incognita first introduced us to the Century Order here.

“It is said that there is only one true road to the Land of Silence, and it is so narrow that people may only walk in single file, always forward, never back. Only those who are still part of the kingdoms of noise and life may even dare dream of entering and somehow returning to life again. But there is a way, and I have found it. I have spoken with hundreds of sages across dozens of worlds. I would have sought out more still if it had been necessary. But I have found it! And it was right under my nose, all this time!

“This is what the herb-witch told me: you must sit by the bedside of a dying person. As they draw their last breath, you must grasp their face in both hands and stare into their eyes. Death will look back at you. You must know what you wish to say immediately, or the moment will pass and Death will leave. If you receive no other answer than passing, you have failed. You must try again — and again, and again, if you are determined. I am very determined.

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This is it, then. This entry concludes several things: my regular run of columns (although I reserve the right to post additional articles from time to time), my Novagallia series, and my three-week June theme on magocracies. It’s Mureure, location of Chateau Delinoix and a rather sizable number of TDA-related people (Delinoix, Bouvillier, and others). It is also where the Lady Delinoix spends much of her time.

As you might imagine, then, I have a lot to talk about here.

Before I begin, though, I want to publicly thank the columnists for their fifteen months of dedication and imagination. Primarily, I want to thank Sean for taking over the creative director role and doing a better job than I ever could. Without Sean stepping up to take over, the columns would have ground clunkily to a halt many months ago. But his vision, drive, and dedication kept us going until we figured we had enough worldbuilding to be able to start telling more stories. Thanks, Sean! And thanks, too, for the rust bunnies.

And let me not in any way downplay the awesomeness of Marci, Sister I, or Geoff, who have all contributed immensely and amazingly to the canon of the Ingressa. I have enjoyed reading all of their columns, day in and day out, for so many weeks, and I hope everyone else has as well. Some of my favorite highlights from them include Marci’s Thirteen Treasures of the Island of Britain series, Sister I’s introduction of demon binding to the House of Bouvillier (which I loved so much I add mentions of it everywhere I can), and Geoff’s irregular series about the Minoan Trail planets.

Although the regular columns conclude this week, we are all staying in contact with one another, and several of us already have plans underway for the next fun thing to come out of Royal Archivist. But until then, I need to blather at you for several thousand words about Mureure. Let’s get started.
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Part 1 can be found here.

“I wanted to show Ahmar—that’s my xiùtù—to my friend, Mingyu,” I tell him. I make my voice as small as I can, make it sound like I’m ready to cry. “She had one, too. We brought them both to the schoolyard after everyone had gone home, and I took Ahmar out of his cage to show her. But he got scared when she took hers out, and started twisting in my hands, and I dropped him. Mingyu tried to grab him, but when she did, her xiùtù got away from her and they both ran off, and we’re so sorry. We’re both so sorry.”

Finally, the man in the red suit looks back at me. He’s not trying to smile anymore. He’s wearing a thin sneer of frustration and disgust at having to deal with a child on the edge of tears. Maybe that’s why he wouldn’t look at me before. Maybe he doesn’t know how. For a moment, I wonder if he has any children.

“Do you understand,” he asks slowly, “what you have done?”

“I do, sir,” I say, with a little sniff. “We didn’t mean to.”

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It’s June and that means it’s time for a little Gemini solidarity. Go twins! Or at least other Gemini. This is part two of three.

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Psionic talents tend to run in families. There’s clearly genetic influence, though it’s equally clear that we just don’t understand the components of psionic talents well enough to map those genes yet. Current research seems to indicate a variety of other factors coming into play, ranging from environment to family structure.

But what is most intriguing is what seems to happen when otherwise identical twins are born with psionic talents.

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Part One can be read here, Part Two here, and Sister Incognita first introduced us to the Century Order here.

It is said that when the vandalism of Anna’s father’s grave was discovered, there was absolutely no question who had committed the act in the minds of those who knew her. The authorities were notified and went to her home at once. However, though they knocked and called her name loudly, no answer came. Her mother’s attempts to contact her by more conventional means met with similar failures. Cursory investigation at the university revealed Anna had not shown up for her classes or her scheduled time in the lab, an unheard of event. When the police entered the apartment, the place was empty, clearly unused for a far greater span than Anna’s recent disappearance. Her family searched and found all of her notebooks missing except for a single torn sheet that had the date and time of her father’s service, and under that a complicated math equation.

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Two columns remain and we’re into the second of June’s three-week connected theme month. My theme is magocracies. This is also the second-to-last article in my Novagallia series; yes, that means I’m saving Mureure for last. (I’m sure that’s not really a surprise.) Will it be a hugely long entry, surpassing even this one? I guess we’ll see!
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We didn’t mean to do it.

The interrogation room looks like my bedroom. It’s the same white plastic, curved around the floor and ceiling. I never understood why. I guess they thought it would be more comfortable without sharp edges.

I can’t hear her, but I know my mother’s outside with Rijal and my stepbrothers. Ahir’s probably bored. Rahman’s picking away at the walls like he always does. I hate them. They’re not my family.

“Tell me what happened, Ayasha.”

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It’s June and that means it’s time for a little Gemini solidarity. Go twins! Or at least other Gemini. This is part one of three, which I admit is a curious number for a series on twins.

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On Earth, we sometimes see a complication in twin-pregnancies in which one twin manages to siphon off more than their fair share of the nourishment provided by the placenta. One twin is born with a redder complexion, larger, but not always healthier, while the other is born pale and tiny and frail.

On high mana worlds, this situation can be differently dangerous, as the dominant twin steals away the physical nourishment while the frailer sibling survives by feeding on a greater share of the magical energies surrounding the twins.

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