I am not happy.
When i read fantasy crap, i expect a happy ending.
Scrap that.
I demand one.
That was 559 pages of my life, Miss Tepper.
I am not happy.
Good read though.
'After a long, long time she crept into the house and lay down in her bed, the covers pulled over her face, breathing her own warmth as though in that comforting dark she might be safe. So one shuddered when one heard the rattle and knew one had stepped on a snake. So one shuddered when one saw the smooth brown body of the spider, just in time. So one shuddered when one stopped, just at the edge of a hidden precipice, knowing death was only inches away, a breath away.'
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