Complexity, weirdness, characterisations like little stained glass sideshows. Motives don’t need so much defining as presenting in action. Characters do things because they want to. That’s all we know. Equally, the text shows you something because it wants to. I see a book controlled by its own mood swings and emotional surfaces. But then I always do.
A dead girl, six or seven years old, perhaps a cultivar like the one the shadow operators offered Seria Mau, saying: “I’ve got a little secret.”
Yes.
Spot on! How on earth did you manage to distill all of that into just a few sentences? I feel like printing it out and pinning it to my forehead.
Wow. Just wow.
Nice flicker of blue tongued flame – The M John Effect. If we could bottle that we could all find our way through the trees, or perhaps deeper into the forest.
So you’re enjoying yrself again?
“The entradista realised that only dead neutrino girls held the secret to past time. How they sang!
“Shortly afterwards, he found himself on a tube train at Angel, where – “