
The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
When I was a young boy, if I was sick or in trouble, or had been beaten at school, I used to remember that on the day I was born my father had wanted to kill me.
You will say there is nothing out of the way in this.
I've a lasting admiration for Mary Renault's use of assumed normality for historical distance. These are the first two sentences of The Last of the Wine.
Just uploaded files with revisions to books I–III. Mostly tweaks to metre and wording, and in a few places outright corrections—not big narrative changes.