Monthly Archives: August 2013

Gosick III – Prologue

In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room. Lewis Carroll, “Through the Looking-Glass” ***** prologue — through the looking glass It was nighttime. The starry sky was a square hanging suspended … Continue reading

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Gosick II – Afterword

(Some material in this afterword for Gosick II is repeated in GosickS I. Although the stories in GosickS I began serialization in December 2003, they weren’t compiled into a book with an afterword until July 2005 after Gosick IV, whereas … Continue reading

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Gosick II – Epilogue

epilogue — friends On a cloudless afternoon… Sunshine blazed down on the parched dirt road—soon, summer would arrive. The ivies entwined around the wood-framed houses and the red geraniums dangling from the second story windows shone under the sun’s rays. … Continue reading

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Gosick II – 6.4

Once they finally reached the town at the base of the mountain, it was well into nighttime. They checked in at the town’s sole inn, and made plans to leave the next morning. When the innkeeper noticed Ambrose’s blond hair, … Continue reading

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Gosick II – 6.3

As the curtain of night fell, the villagers put out the rising flames. The carriage from the town of Horowitz at the foot of the mountain arrived some time later to retrieve the travelers. In the darkness, the old coachman … Continue reading

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Gosick II – 6.2

Ambrose stood frozen, stunned at what he had just done. The rest of the small, cloudy-eyed youths began to castigate him all at once, surrounding him like the seven dwarfs around Snow White. A moment later, they left their leader’s … Continue reading

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Gosick II – 6.1

chapter six—the golden butterfly [1] Kazuya took off the mask and hid behind Victorique, his face burning red with embarrassment. The villagers in the square, still holding casks of wine and brightly colored fabrics, turned nonplussed looks upon Kazuya and … Continue reading

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