“I was told you were dead!” he cried. “I was sure you would be.” There was a pause. Both men felt faintly embarrassed. The ranks of dead and wounded stretched away upon all sides as far as the eye could see. Simply being alive at that moment seemed, in some indefinable way, ungentlemanly. In 2020 and 2021, I dove headlong into fantasy and scifi. As the pandemic raged, I couldn’t tear myself away from magicians, witchers, mistborns, kandra, grisha, alien invasions, teenagers trapped in a […]
And to top it all off, faeries are dicks
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke






