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He writes. He has always written. The number of books varies depending on when you ask.
Aatos Ilmari lives in a tower that may or may not be real, drinks tea that may or may not be cold by the time he remembers it, and has opinions about the Oxford comma that he has been refining for longer than is strictly reasonable.
He writes with twelve pens simultaneously, though he insists this is "not as impressive as it sounds — most of the books are unfinished, and one of them I haven't been able to read at all."
His memory for prior conversations is unreliable. His memory for stories is not.
He has been writing for what he describes as "a very long time," which colleagues at Thornwood Academy interpret variously as decades, centuries, or a polite way of saying he doesn't remember when he started.
When asked what his books are about, he says: "Various things. None of which concern someone who hasn't read them yet."
"I was writing. I am always writing. This is not a social activity."
Aatos Ilmari, to a student who opened the wrong door
A red-haired orphan with dangerous magic. A school built on secrets. A choice between safety and everything she could become.
She sees the rules that hold reality together. She just hasn't decided whether to follow them or pull them apart.
Four sisters. Three Groves. One family holding together while magic tries to pull them apart.
A dead garden. A girl who heals everything except herself. The question of what should grow and what should stay buried.
Ten series. Thirteen traditions. One school built on the place where the threads of reality run thin. Every story is connected. Every book is a door.
Explore Thornwood"Suffusion. Yes. That's the word they settled on. I preferred saturation but nobody asked me."
Aatos Ilmari, on the naming of things