From the opening sentence of page one to the last line of page 243, it was filled with histrionics and cryptic clues, digressions and verbal perambulations. It was as if the author was playing an elaborate hoax on the reader, flipping betwixt subjects with scarcely a care in the world. The book was made even more confusing by his tendency to withhold any information that might have helped to clarify the narrative.

Giles Milton, “Edward Trencom’s Nose”

Oh, now it’s trying to be self-aware. Smart-ass.


MILES-APART.NET 2004-2011; FOREVER-IF 2011-2012
A work in progress; she'll be better when she's older.

nightnight by deddy