The intense, complicated, intriguing, journal of a noble lady. . . .
Sythyry is a fairly young immortal, a maker of enchanted clothing and other modern conveniences in the city of Vheshrame, the city’s ambassador to the dreadful monster Vae, the patron noble of a household full of misfits called Castle Wrong, and a diary-keeper. After the death of the last of zir college friends, Sythyry decides to go on vacation in . . .
After her herbalist mother’s death, middle aged Ms. Angelica Boron sells her family farm. She moves to St. Louis, Missouri and is immersed in a world of steam autos, Datamancer computers, and a blue haired tinker. Readers can interact with Angelica, becoming part of the story, as she explores alchemy, occult mysteries, and the missing half of her attic. . . .
Every folklore tradition in Europe seems to have stories about the time when the Fair Folk left for a land across the sea. Two best friends are about to discover where they went. The main story is told through a trunk of character blogs, and can be enjoyed by itself, but there is a supplemental wiki that branches out . . .
Having crash-landed on the most boring planet in the universe, a disgruntled spaceman struggles to survive. As he attempts to adjust to his new environment, he recalls moments from his past and the events that led to his current predicament. . . .
Thrust suddenly into a world they do not understand, two children struggle to find their place. Axe wielding ten year olds and giant mechanical teddy bears abound as they narrate from their sometimes alternating points of view. . . .
Follow the day-to-day world of the recently (semi) retired Grim Reaper, now residing in Manhattan. An offbeat and twisted serial that takes place both on Earth as well as the Afterlife. . . .
Melly Mills is very tall. Freakishly impossibly tall. Basketball hoops come up to her hips, and most people are only a bit taller than her knees. She looks down on giraffes, and has to bend down to peek into a second-story window. Melly’s parents kept her sheltered view in the middle acres of their family farm until they died . . .
The journal of korber ap grumbly, a greater apprentice in the crafting of Eoc’s Blood. His wife is dead, his best friend is dead (they are both melded with him in his mind), and he is being hunted by the society of the elite and his own kind—the terreni. . . .
I loved reading Tapestry when it was being regularly updated. It was skillfully written—intense, complicated, intriguing, all written by a noble lady in her journal.
The glimpse of her life and culture was beautiful and imaginative, even if it was hard to keep everybody’s name straight sometimes.
Let it be known from the start, I am a sucker for an epistolary story. And the attraction only gets better when the voice of the narrator is so well written.
I came into Tapestry a bit late, but enjoyed every moment of catching up. I found myself clicking to the [more . . .]