The Screwtape Letters Novels & Stories

Nothing more, nothing less. Later that night, a tiny lit-up lamp illuminated the room as I solemnly started reading the letters in chronological order. Every piece of the letter has a date. There were hundreds of them. If Joshua wrote them on a daily basis, it simply means that he's been writing these letters for almost a year now. Or more than that since there will still be a few bottles at the junkshop. As expected about those letters, he keeps writing about his experiences but most of them were disastrous, crying outs, and the feeling that he wanted to disappear, similar to the letter I've read last night.

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

He extended a trembling hand, offering the letters to Lucas. Lucas, without a word, started reading. His eyes darted across the pages as the servant watched, anxiety etched across his face. With each line he perused, Lucas's features grew progressively graver. The message was clear: there was a sinister plan to pit vampires against werewolves, and it was a scheme that could spell disaster for all of them.

This wasn't a love letter. It wasn't a goodbye. It wasn't even a confession. It was a warning. :::