Malcolm (Mal) Trees
Niamh Fitzpatrick Roth
Brychan "Beck" Rhydderch (Wales)
Cathasach Caird (Scotland)
Robert Birk (Sweden)
Zendali Zendaga (Zimbabwe)
Mateus Ferrari (Brazil)
Alainessa Anjou (France)
Edmund Beasom (England)
Veronika Veselov (Russia)
Kaden, Darrius, Madi, Shayna
How Jackson Got his Name
Sean Roth was a popular guy, a friendly rogue with a quick wit. His best friend always called him ‘Jack’ instead of Sean and was the only person in the world Sean allowed to do that. Then Sean impregnated 16-year old Niamh Fitzpatrick. He tried to ignore her—and her condition—but the sex was good and Niamh always took him back. When she was six months along, his friend Brendan stopped by to pick Sean up for a dart game. Seeing Niamh’s swollen belly—he rubbed it—asking, “How’s Jack’s son doing?” After that day, Brendan seemed to stop by regularly and would always ask the same thing. When Niamh gave birth to a boy, Sean insisted on calling him Jack’s Son. The hospital combined it on the birth certificate to Jackson.
* Jackson looks older than he is. Johanna Looks younger. So they appear to be the same age. However, Johanna is seventeen months older than Jackson is, which is why she is reluctant to amp up their relationship.
* Every Library of Illumination has the exact same books, however, the books in each library appear in the language of the reader.
* Some overseers' symbols in the ebooks are different from the ones in the print version because of font limitations.
* Jackson and Johanna were protected from the effects of the space-time continuum by a combination of their longevicus charms, and the special charm Myrddin placed on his workshop on Skokholm Island. It worked on them, but not on Cathasach or Beck, because Johanna and Jackson are curators. So was Myrddin.
* There are seven doors hidden in the basement of the Libraries of Illumination that protect vastly different chambers. Door 7 is the vault. Door 5 leads to a crypt for former curators. There's a nuclear room from which the blue orb powers the library behind Door 2. A Time-Map room behind Door 6 displays a requested place during different layers of time. Door 4 leads to a Duplication Room where many, but not all, items cans be replicated. Door 3 is the entrance to the Alchemy Room where materials can be transformed into something they are not. And Door 1 is so secret, no one has yet discovered what it protects.
* Jackson had a tattoo of the LOI symbol on his neck, but it disappeared when the space time continuum shifted backwards.
Johanna Charette's favorite poem is "If," written by Rudyard Kipling in 1895. The poem was inspired by a raid against the Boers in South Africa and has long been a favorite of Britons and others around the world.
Johanna was forced to memorize it, while a student at Peakie's Foundling Home, and adopted it as her own personal message from the powers that be. Kipling's poem ends with the words:
"And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son
However, having no known family (and being female), Johanna changed the last line to suit herself.
The full text follows, with Johanna's revision.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - what is more - your honor will be won!