Cardan's Letters To Jude Novels & Stories

She was used to it. “These are letters that arrived a few months ago,” he said quietly. “The masters thought it right not to show them to the king or the council, not to change anything. They would have done nothing, anyway.” Sumon moved a strand of red hair behind her ear and took Nathan’s letter. “A letter from Eldhia?” Nathan nodded. Sumon began to read its contents. “Support a usurper?” she asked, upset. “The masters forgot to show this letter to the council,” Nathan snorted.

I say, rushing to the waste bin. I quickly pull it out and dust it with my bare hands. I turn and my heart skips a beat. He has walked to the bedside and has pulled out the torn letter from my cardigan. “What are you doing?” I ask, walking back to him. “So this is why you've been holding on to this cardigan?” he asks, his eyes on the wordings of the letter. “This was supposed to be delivered to the Lycan king of Eastern Lythengar.” He says, furrowing his brows at me. I nod, heart still racing.

Wide-eyed, I looked up and answered, "Only Jude was privy to these journals. His mother's brother, Uncle Julius, kept his word. He gave Jude what belonged to Jude. Julius shared with others, but only the journals Eve entrusted to him." "May I ask who he shared them with?" "Jude's grandfather. I'm sure Julius feared Jude would never find a mate. Mama made everyone believe that. Out of fear, Julius gave his journals to Isadore. Julius hoped Isadore would find a way to stop Jude from becoming someone neither Eve nor Jude wanted to become. Before Isadore died, he gave them to Melanie's mother, who gave them to Melanie. Melanie loved Jude and tried to use it for her benefit, not to cure him."

He is getting really impatient, huh. The very second I laid my eyes on it, my brows furrowed instantly. The letter was written in a different alphabet… like a code, and it looks all jumbled for all I know. I felt my head slowly turning side to side trying to figure out what the message could be. “O! Carissimi, paenitemus.” [Oh! My dear, apologies.] Amadeus suddenly exclaimed. He must have noticed my confusion. Right away, he came towards me and placed his hand in front of the paper. “Would you excuse me…”

Locked. My shadows slipped into the mechanism without me having to think about it, feeling the tumblers, finding the right pressure points. Click. The drawer slid open. More letters. I pulled them out, spread them across Kane’s pristine desk surface. Read through each one carefully. Business correspondence. A letter from someone in Lucenia asking about potential trade routes. Another invitation, this one from a Southern Realm lord whose name I didn’t recognize. A receipt for an obscene amount of imported Eastern Realm fabrics.

With that thought, he then names the last few ones of the major arcana of the tarot deck. “The Judgement. The World.” Dropping the facts that the name of the two last cards holds from within. He laughs finally giving in to the desire to somewhat fake a laugh with the dread that comes after such remaining cards. The judgment that they will about to face from this loop, and down unto the last seventh one. The world that they are running into and living from, yet it wasn’t all that they expect from it as it is never been real. As all of them are never been real, but rather are the shard fragments of the originals.

Deacon smiled. “Are you sure? She does not look too happy about it,” Jovita said, looking over at Jessica. “Does it matter? She will be happy about it once we are forever mates,” Deacon chuckled. “What did the letter say that Lestat gave you?” Juno changed the subject. “I forgot about it,” Deacon said, and took the letter out of his back pocket. Deacon took the letter out of the envelope that was already torn and unfolded the letter.

But not like Zane’s. Not new. Not sleek or expensive. Vintage. The leather band is worn in, the face scratched but lovingly polished. It’s old. Loved. Real. And underneath the watch… a letter. No return address. No signature. Just my name on the envelope, handwritten in a way that feels hesitant. Intimate. Like someone who wasn’t sure if they still had the right. I unfold the paper. --- Jude, I’m sorry. I know that’s not enough—not after everything I’ve missed—but I owe you at least this.

A hand shot out and ripped it out of her hand. “What does that one say?” Leon asked, sipping tea by the fireplace. “When the sun begins to shine; under the tree where love blossomed like lilies; Just the sparrow and dove; to receive the most wanted treasure,” Marcus read, his brows furrowed. “What nonsense is he saying?” Blake asked, as they all gathered to reread Victor's 15th letter to me in the span of five hours. I looked back at Victor, he clasped his hands as if praying. My jaw clenched. I nodded, subtle enough for my brothers not to see.

Eddy felt like his heart had been hit by a hammer. He tightened his fists. Jude asked Caroline again, "Does that man really treat you well?" Caroline affirmed it and lowered her head. Her fair skin reddened as she blushed. Jude had once been in love himself. When he saw her reaction, he swayed. His breathing came faster. "Dad!" Thomas quickly went forward to support Jude's back. He patted Jude's back to soothe him.