My dearest Ms Page,
I write from a railway carriage heading south, so I know not when this letter will reach you. Nevertheless, I will write as if we were conversing directly, since talking with you has always been among my chief pleasures and we are so well aquainted as to dispense with tiresome formality.
I am glad to have many long journeys ahead for the composition of letters, as there is a great deal I wish to discuss with you.
I want to write to you of monsters. Our world, as you know, is home to many. The shadowy roadsides and darkened copses of humanity have long been populated by monstrosities. The vampire, the werewolf, the restless spirit – there is much we should learn of these demons. And yet equal in the peril they pose, I would point to the wicked tyrants and murderous kings that haunt our hallowed halls and institutions. It would not do to forget that cruel beasts haunt not only the wordly dark, but the shadows of the human heart as well.
I invite you to join me in studying these monsters. Together, I hope we may interpret their manifest warnings and come to understand the dangers they foretell. Ages other than this have faced greater and more numerous monsters, but those that roam the earth this day belong to us, and so it falls to us to counter them. Our studies against evil will be trying, but I know you will be equal to the task.
I will write to you again soon at your same address, though I may be difficult to reach in return since I travel so often.
May spring brighten your fortunes with blessings as numerous as the blossoms she brings forth to greet the lengthening days.
Your trusting correspondent,
Pen