Have just finished The Raven and the Reindeer by T. Kingfisher, also known as Ursula Vernon, and Red Wombat.
I am profoundly shocked, in that way where one is wandering a museum and is struck by an artifact or work of art that gets past the verbal mind and hits at the somatic level, or the way one can be thunderstruck by natural beauty. I may have more to say, later. At the moment, though, I'm just reveling in the shock.
I am profoundly shocked, in that way where one is wandering a museum and is struck by an artifact or work of art that gets past the verbal mind and hits at the somatic level, or the way one can be thunderstruck by natural beauty. I may have more to say, later. At the moment, though, I'm just reveling in the shock.