![]() ![]() ![]() “Ooh, shiny,” Sabine said as she picked up the book in turn, “shiny and smooth and, oh, the title is embossed with the author’s name.” She held the book at arm’s length, peering at it. He put it on the arm of the sofa and stalked back to his armchair. “I care,” Ruprecht said, slamming the book shut. “The readers don’t care about the font,” Sabine interrupted in her dreamy voice. “Hardback,” he muttered, “352 pages, published by TOR. Ruprecht levered himself from the old armchair in the corner and shuffled across the room to examine the volume. Bartholomew wasn’t real – none of the other people in the room were – but that didn’t stop him having an opinion. “Really?” Bartholomew sneered from his position by the window. “That was fantastically, amazingly brilliant,” I said as he closed the cover on ‘Legion: The Many Lives Of Stephen Leeds’ by Brandon Sanderson. ![]()
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