science fiction, new weird, old weird, very weird - and everything else
not always save for work. never nice.
Haha, I picked another winter-season read midst a July heatwave! Go me! Here, they're celebrating New Year as a secular replacement for Christmas.
Anyway, I've really missed the boys and girls of The Administration, the world, and Manna Francis smooth - and very British - writing. But as much as I love the two assholes Toreth and Warrick, my frustration with their relationship has reached a level where I want Warrick to finally ditch his pet-torturer and let him rot all alone. It's basically Toreth deliberately being a jerk and Warrick putting up with it because he wants to be tied up and fucked, and --- argh, it's pissing me off right now.