LINKDING

<blockquote>A rare book collector posting on a niche internet forum is dismayed to discover the last missing book is only available at the best worst bookshop in London.</blockquote>

<blockquote>I’m beginning to regret my life choices, Saul. Also, hello from the edge of the galaxy. Also, surprise! I know this isn’t what you had in mind when you said “Keep in touch, Hazel” but this planet doesn’t exactly invoke the muse of letter writing. The muse of extremely long voice messages however . . . So. Want to know what’s this world’s like? Rocky, empty, and bleak in all directions, except one. The sky’s so stormy and green it looks like I’m trudging through the bottom of an algae-infested pond. I’ve got this 85-million-dollar suit between me and the outside, but I swear, I’m suffocating on the atmosphere. Also, I’m 900 meters away from where I need to be with no vehicle to get me there except my own two legs. So here I am. Walking.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Meriadoc the Magnificent is a popular figure of folklore, but how many of the stories are true? What, for example, is to be made of the claim that he regularly corresponded with a king? After centuries of bitter debate, at last these questions can be answered. Thanks to an extraordinary discovery, Meriadoc and his king can speak to us in their own voices, clear across the gulf of years.</blockquote>

<blockquote>An isolated farmer finds a badly wounded man in a ruined farm. Six hundred years later, a historian researching King Elessar comes across a sealed letter. What links these two events is a story long forgotten.</blockquote> ➤ Love the frame story, love the outside pov, love the assumptions on why it's unreasonable to believe that the letter is actually Aragorn's because of assumptions about kingliness!

<blockquote>Maia's aunts all take an interest in Vedero's passion for astronomy.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dear Readers, When a scullery maid in the Tarleton household finds a charm bag under her mattress, it's certainly enough mystery to liven up our days -- especially since Cecy is expecting, and can't work magic until the child is born! Luckily, we adore a mystery. And our ladies' maids, Reardon and Walker, are no slouches themselves at helping us sort out pickles. Love, Kate and Cecy</blockquote>

<blockquote>Teddy Bhaer had spoken to many people before, but this time, he spoke candidly about his own grief.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dear Dan, It’s been a long time since we’ve heard from you.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Letters from Mars to Earth, between early colonists and their loved ones.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Napoleon sends a letter to the upstart sea-captain who stole his dragon, Laurence sends one back, and a correspondence begins under the uneasy eye of the admiralty. ------When Laurence had admitted the matter to Granby his lieutenant exclaimed, “God, does Boney want you drawn and quartered as a traitor?” which seems perfectly possible.</blockquote> ➤ the main plot turns out to be the dragon plague which means auuugh (the laurence/napoleon is not any kind of endgame relationship in this particular fic ftr)

<blockquote>Imperial Sanitation Specialist Yaran Avoset discovers a jam in Death Star garbage compactor 3263827. His superior is not amused. Fortunately, a resourceful man can go far in the Imperial Navy. Or, how the Death Star got dianogas. Words by Carmarthen, art by motetus.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Lune, his family, his friends, and some unfortunate members of the Avran nobility. </blockquote>

➤ a letter from Jane Austen to her sister Cassandra goes awry and goes to the Cassandra famously of Troy

<blockquote>After risking the neck of her loved ones and herself during her perilous sea voyage aboard The Basilisk, and the discoveries made at Keonga, Isabella, Lady Trent, returns to Scirland with the aim of publishing her research. And yet, given the level of secret knowledge she now possesses, she is reduced to waiting to reveal her new academic discovery until royal decrees can be lifted and a fraught political situation avoided. In her idle frustration, Isabella vents her spleen upon the shoddy research published by lesser men with swollen heads in local journals. Enjoy the following collection of letters, found in a trunk of mislaid scholarly documents left behind when she removed to Linshire for the season.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's Christmastime in Paris, and Adele Varens de Rochester is thinking about her future. And writing to her dear (step-)mother.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A collection of letters to and from England and Brazil, 1912-13.</blockquote>

<blockquote>I have now attained the true art of letter-writing, which we are always told, is to express on paper exactly what one would say to the same person by word of mouth.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A modern teenage girl goes into the Wardrobe, meets Aslan, and learns a secret locked away for over 60 years. Written for the 2011 Narnia Fic Exchange to address "The Problem of Susan" "OMG. I could be pulling drinks a char-bucks and going to the Chicago Blues Fest. Instead, I'm so stuck in Fordwich, Kent, UK for the whole &&%^$!;char-%#!! summer going through my Gran Su's wardrobe. IKR? Pity me, back up vocals of the F-list. This is going to suck."</blockquote> ➤ or: Susan's granddaughter goes through her things after her death, and posts about it on her personal LJ

<blockquote>Being the Account of a Madcap Decision Made by Two Young Ladies of Quality, for the Good of People Everywhere.</blockquote>

<blockquote>After the fall of the barricades, Enjolras' mother finds a series of letters her late son wrote to a mysterious R. It was curious, Adélaïde thought, how little she had known of her only child. Though perhaps curious was not the right word. Standing in the small, cramped room she had not known her son had rented, surrounded by books and pamphlets she had not known he had cared to read, she reached out and touched the strange little bundle of letters on his desk and wondered what further secrets they might reveal.</blockquote>

<blockquote>First meetings of the Friends of the ABC, in a series of letters which also almost became historic.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dom said that Neal had written to him so often about Kel that it felt like he knew her. These are some of the exchanges Dom and Neal have between the Immortals War up to the start of The Protector of the Small</blockquote>

<blockquote>We, the People: a thirty-year retrospective and an examination of the role of the Nation in world history, for Earth Atlantic, 7 December 2035, excerpt.</blockquote> ➤ this is one of those stories where I'm not quite sure I understand everything, but it's wonderful anyways

<blockquote>It's a great big world, when there's no-one left to write the histories.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The job of Barrayaran Cultural Liaison Officer is one that often makes its holder wish for a transfer, perhaps even to a weather station.</blockquote> ➤ aka, a variety of the sorts of emails one might receive and headdesk and/or worry over.

➤ In which three employees try to figure out how to kill and stuff and mount an alien critter with acid blood and no internal skeleton. And also deal with bureaucratic nonsense.

<blockquote>Mike and Rudy's first post-camp letters.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A selection of letters and diaries on the eve of the Armistice</blockquote> ➤ with Bunter, miss Climpson, Freddy Arbuthnot, and the Dowager Duchess of Denver

<blockquote>Teyla starts sending postcards to Jeannie on Earth. Soon the whole gang gets into the act.</blockquote>