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He writes. He has always written. The number of books varies depending on when you ask.
Aatos Ilmari writes. He thinks he always has. He's not entirely sure, because his memory for when he started is unreliable, but the pens are always moving when he looks down, so the evidence suggests continuity.
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 might be about fish."
The tea is always cold by the time he remembers it. He has considered this problem for — a while. The tea remains cold.
Someone asked him how many books he's written. He said twelve. They asked when they'd be finished. He said he would let them know.
He was told he should have a website. He's not entirely sure what that is, but someone made one and it has his name on it, which he finds concerning.
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"Is it Tuesday? I had a whole system worked out based on it being Tuesday."
Aatos Ilmari, losing track of things