I'm back.
So much I could say about this book - three years' worth of new canon in one hit. I'm sure I will be talking about it later, in detail, when I visit the messageboards again, or read LiveJournals, or drop by the lists and archives.
But right now, there's only one image burned into my mind.
I've always thought of your prose as pretty ordinary. Workmanlike. Not where the great strength of your stories lie, but nonetheless sufficient for the task.
But I can still see, so clearly, that scene. Where time itself slows down. Someone laughing - dying - falling.
You *are* good.